Cassie's Space

Not the boss of me, part 3

2012-02-08T17:10:00.000-05:00

This story began back here.

I didn’t sleep well that night. I kept thinking and thinking. I didn’t want to make Tom mad and I really, really didn’t want another spanking. But I couldn’t go along with what he was saying. I would not spent a day of our convention vacation being forcible confined to my room. Mentally I fought with myself and Tom all night. The solution finally came to me. Tom had to change his mind. I decided to use the age old method used by women for centuries.

Tom was wakening slowly to my kisses the caress of my hands the next morning. Seducing my husband is something I do well and I always enjoy it myself and, if I may add, I outdid myself that morning. Our love making was passionate and intense. It took me a few moments to come to my senses. Tom was smiling at me and stroking my face.

“I love you.” He told me. “I can’t imagine a more wonderful way to wake. What did I ever do before I met you?”

Music to my ears! I snuggled up against him and sighed. “I’ve never been happier in my life.” I told him truthfully. I paused and pressed back against him and asked conversationally “Do you have many meetings today.”

“I do. I’m full up from 9:00 to 4:00 this afternoon. But it’s a good convention. I like what we’re getting done.”

“It’s been a good one for us girls too.” I told him. “The speakers have been delightful. I’ve had a ball. There’s going to be a comedian at the luncheon today and then there is a fashion show in the afternoon. I’ll try not to spend too much but it’s a wonderful designer so keep your check book handy.”

I thought I had been so convincing, so smooth, but he wasn’t fooled for a minute. “You won’t be at the luncheon or the fashion show, girl. I told you, you won’t be leaving the room until dinner time.”

“Tom you can’t mean that. It’s not right, you spanked me yesterday. We just made love; I thought you were over being mad. You’re not being fair!”I was shouting by this time, “You’re nothing but a big bully!” I whirled away from him and jerked even farther away when he reached out to touch me. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted. “Leave me alone!” I was furious.

“Listen to me,” Tom began. “I’m not mad but actions have consequence. I told you yesterday that you’re staying in today. I don’t make idle threats. If you hadn’t been so defiant…”

I heard no more as I pulled the pillow tightly over my ears. Tom got up and went to take his shower. I had a fleeting impulse to quickly dress and leave but I was still sore. I didn’t want another spanking. I lay there plotting. I would go to the luncheon at least. Tom would be in meetings and never know. Inside I would know I’d taken a stand for freedom, but I wasn’t ready to flaunt it in his face and risk another round with that evil brush.

But I was way too mad to talk to him as he got ready. He kept trying until I jumped from bed and stomped to the bathroom. Slamming the door I shouted, “I’m not listening to you!” I find showers extremely soothing and I planned to stay in until after Tom left.

Probably fifteen to twenty minutes later Tom came into the bath room. I heard him over the shower, “Cassie I’m going now. Don’t even think of leaving this room today. You’re going to learn I mean what I say.” I was way too angry to speak without saying something I would certainly regret. I remained silent and Tom quietly left.

I stayed in the shower a while longer trying to build up my courage for my escape plan. This was just a token gesture. I had to leave the room for a while but was lunch the best idea, what if Tom called then? Maybe the fashion show would be better, but what if it ran late or Tom got out of his meeting early? Maybe I should just run down for coffee? I was rapidly driving myself crazy. Nowhere in my wondering did I wonder if I should just stay in the room.

Stepping out of the shower I was surprised to find only a small towel with which to dry off and that was all, just one. It barely dried me and I headed to the phone to call housekeeping. As soon as I opened the bathroom door I knew something was wrong. The bed had been stripped. At the foot of the bed was another small towel and with a note on it. The note read,

I felt you needed some encouragement to do as I said. Perhaps this will help.
Tom

What was he talking about? I looked for my robe, but it wasn’t on the chair. As I opened the closet door realization was dawning on me. Everything was gone, my clothes, Tom’s clothes, everything. There was not one thing for me to put on, the bed stripped and not even a towel that would go around me. I was a naked captive!

Oh no, I thought to myself, he is not doing this to me. I reached to call housekeeping only to stare stupidly at the phone. The receiver was in my hand but the cord connecting it to the phone was gone. That sneaky, brilliant devil had thought of everything. There was no possible way for me to leave the room. I went into the setting room. There was a room service cart – the normal table cloth missing, sitting there with several covered trays. I was still simply dumbfounded. Lifting one covered dish I found delicious looking pastries and another note from Tom which read,

As you sit today, planning my demise, just know I will not be able to keep from thinking of my lovely, totally nude, wife waiting for my return. Our awakening this morning was amazing and I hope we will end our day the same way. I love you Cassie. I want to spend my life with you. You have had to care for yourself for so long. I know it’s hard for you to let go, but I will keep you safe and loved if you’ll just relax and let me. I’ve told Sue you wanted the day to yourself. She doesn’t believe me and will surely come looking for your body at some point. I’m hoping you'll go along with what I’ve told her.

My love, I’ll be thinking of you all day.

Tom

My temper, when given its head, can lasted longer that it should. But I'd found that the longer I’d been married to Tom the shorter the length of time I could stay mad. I was mad, how dare he leave me like this. But the longer I stood there the more ridiculous the situation seemed. I had to laugh. Score one for Tom, his deviously, brilliant mind had won this battle. The winner of the war was still undecided, but this battle was his.

I was eating my pastries a little later when there was a knock at the door. I was startled and ran back to the bedroom before some maid could walk in on me. I was peeping back out when I heard Sue calling. I came back out to the door.

“Cassie, are you in there? Answer me.”

I did feel trapped then. There was no way I could explain this to Sue. I was overcome with the ridiculousness of my situation. Sue beat on the door shouting louder. I went to the door trying to control my giggling. “Stop yelling.” I laughed.

“Cassie, let me in. Are you all right?”

I tried to control my laughter. “I’m fine, go away.”

“Let me in!” she insisted.

“No, I… I’m not dressed.” I gasped out, laughing harder.

“Who gives a shit? Open this door!”

“No, I’m getting in the bath.” I tried to tell her. But I could barely talk I leaned against the door and howled with laughter.

“Are you high? What the hell are you smoking?” Sue sounded truly concerned but it didn’t stop my laughter.

“Sue I’m not high. Just go, will you? I’ll see you tonight.”

“Well then, you must have a man in there, and I just saw Tom so come clean already.”

My laughter was finally winding down. Taking a deep breath I called through the door. “Sue?” I could feel her waiting on the other side of the door. “Just go away, please.”

Banging her hand against the door one last time Sue headed off.

It was actually an interesting day. Back then hotels in Vegas didn’t have TVs in each room. They wanted you in the casino gambling not watching TV. I didn’t even have a book to entertain me. I was alone with my thoughts. In the end I realized what Tom was asking wasn’t a big deal. In the past I had been accosted when alone in hotels, mashers we used to call them. What was wrong with letting Tom escort me where I wanted to go if it matter so much to him? I was through being mad, at least for the time being, and I spent most of the day waiting eagerly for Tom’s return.

It was just before four when Tom came in with an arm load of clean bedding and fresh towels. I was standing at the bedroom door watching him silently. He placed everything on the sofa and stood looking at me. Finally he spoke, “So do I have the lady or the tiger?”

I said nothing as I walked past him to grab a sheet. I turned and headed back to the bedroom. Stopping at the door I gave him a meaningful glance before unfurling the sheet onto the bed. Tom told me later that it was the best possible answer to his lady or the tiger question. That day he got both.

Not the boss of me, part 2

2012-02-05T01:00:00.002-05:00

This story begins back here.

I was back in the room waiting, like a good little wife, for Tom when he was done with his meeting for the day. He eyed me curiously when he came in. He was fully aware of how angry I’d been that morning. I gave him my sweetest smile and a kiss. I think that only made him more suspicious.

“Did you ladies have a good day?”

“We ladies had a wonderful day.” I told him truthfully. I had completely enjoyed my day venting to Sue and drinking. “You need to go ahead and get ready, honey.” I urged him. “I think the cocktail party starts about five, you’ve got about an hour.”

I got another curious look before he kissed me again and headed to the shower. I was completely ready, except for my dress; the minute the bathroom door closed I took off my robe and slipped it on. I knew it was time to make a stand and let Tom know he would not be controlling my coming and going for the rest of my life (little did I know at the time). I even left him a note before quickly heading out. Just as I told you here, I told him in the note, “You are not the boss of me.” I didn’t want Tom to think I’d run away, as I had from time to time, so I added, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

I completely enjoyed the early cocktail parties I chose to attend. There were always several to choose from in various rooms, way too many for Tom to check out. Dinner was being served at 7:00 and at ten ‘til I made my way to the dining room, drink in hand. I had come in the side door and I spotted Tom before he saw me. He had a serious expressing on his face as he turned and caught sight of me. As Tom headed my way I quickly gulped the rest of my drink, knowing I probably wouldn’t have the chance for another. Tom closed the gap quickly, frowning at my downing of the drink so quickly.

He took my hand which struck me as a gesture of affection and well as one of capture. He said nothing as we walked back to the table. I needed him to talk, I needed to gauge his mood toward me, but I got nothing. He was pleasant during dinner, chatting with all at the table but saying little directly to me. There was dancing after dinner and I smiled to myself as Tom led me onto the floor. I’d had my say and Tom didn’t seem angry. I was hoping he’d learned his lesson about being so bossy. So you can imagine my consternation when his first full sentence to me as we danced was “I’m going to wear you out.”

“You are NOT!” I hissed vehemently. “I have the right to leave my room anytime I like and you can’t stop me.” I wanted to stomp my foot and declare “so there!”, but I stopped myself.

“You’re wrong on several points, my dear. I think we need a more private place for this discussion.” Although I had no desire to head back to our suite with Tom at the moment, there was little I could do without creating a scene.

Back in the room I quickly held up my hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Now you just listen to me. You are not going to spank me. You spanked me this morning for this same stupid thing. So you just stop.”

“I evidently didn’t get through to you this morning. I’ll…”

“Then don’t you see!” I exclaimed with passion, “Spanking doesn’t work for me. You need to stop.”

“As I was saying,” Tom continued, “I promise to be much more effective this time.”

Continuing my protest I was nonetheless firmly escorted to the bedroom. Tom unzipped my dress as continued my protests. Amidst my “no, stop, wait, listen” I was soon over Tom’s lap. After an extremely short warm up Tom reached for the brush he had tossed onto the bed.

“Enough.” Tom commanded. “Let’s get something straight right now. Yes, I am the boss of you. I am your husband and I am now responsible for your well being. I have told you on several occasions that I don’t feel comfortable with you running around a hotel alone. If you need to go somewhere alone, I at least want to know where you are or where.”

During this conversation he had lit in on my behind. And if the morning spanking had not, in his words, “been effective” this one was. He had that darn brush at full force, all the while giving me his version of a husbands roll as HOH. I don’t know half of what he was saying, but as the spanking continued I was ready to convert to his way of thinking totally – at least for the duration of the spanking itself.

My arms flailed although I did manage not to reach back as I pleaded with him to stop. “I’ll listen, Tom. I promise. Stop, stop. Enough please!”

He stopped and rubbed the back of the brush against my scorched rear. “You need to understand this Cassie, I am the ‘boss of you’ when it comes to your safety. I’m your husband and I am going to keep you safe. When you fight me on this, this is what’s going to happen. If you don’t understand I can continue.”

“No, stop! You don’t have to continue. I’ll listen.” To be honest I had very little intentions of listening at that time, but I was no fool. For the immediate future, that is until he put the darn brush down, I was in complete agreement. The brush was finally discarded and Tom was tender and gently with after care. Then he dropped another bomb shell.

"You should have listened to me this morning girl. Tomorrow you aren't leaving this room until we go to dinner. You thought it would be cute and funny to be so defiant this evening. You're going to realize that doesn't work with me. You'll have all day to think about it."

"That's not fair!" I snapped. I was torn. There was some part of me that really did just want to let go and let Tom be in charge. But then he'd do something like that and somehow it would make me more angry that when he spanked me. I was still new to the feeling of being watched over. I really liked the feeling – until it ran up against something I wanted to do and couldn’t.

I was in turmoil that night as Tom lay sleeping beside me. Before Tom I had never felt truly loved, I had never felt cared for, protected, seldom even safe. I loved this man so much, why couldn’t I just relax and let him take care of me. Usually there was not anything really unreasonable about things he ask me to do, but . . . fighting for my freedom was second nature to me now. I didn’t know how to stop. I couldn't do it. There was no way I was going to be 'sent to my room' so to speak. This was one time Tom would not get his way. Call it stubbornness or hard hardheadedness I knew he could not keep me from leaving the room whenever I wanted to.

More soon

Not the boss of me

2012-02-02T08:35:00.000-05:00

Many of you have told me you don’t mind old stories, I hope that’s true. This one is from way back. Perhaps some of my newer readers might be surprised to find out that years ago I wasn’t the completely sweet, demure and submissive wife that I am today. Occasionally during the first few year of our marriage, I didn’t always listen to Tom as I do these days. Now just hush your laughing and keep reading.

I know I’ve mentioned a few times that Tom does not like me leaving a hotel room alone and certainly not without letting him know where I’m going. I’ve been aware of this for a long time. Now that I’m fully aware of Tom’s feelings and the consequences that are likely to befall me generally adhere to this rule faithfully. This wasn’t the case at one convention we attended not too long after we were married.

The convention was in Las Vegas, at the time, one of my all time favorite cities. This occurred back when I was quite the gambler, and I was looking forward to some action in the casinos as well as with my dear husband. The morning after we arrived Tom had gone for a run or to the hotel gym; I can’t remember which, when Sue call and ask me to meet her in one of the hospitality suites. As soon as she said they were making Bloody Marys she had my vote and off I went.

I was back at the room in less than a half hour but Tom had beaten me back and he was not happy. “Where have you been?” he demanded.

I bristled at his tone, but I tried to answer pleasantly, “I met Sue at the hospitality room. Why?”

“Why? I thought I made it clear last month in LA I don’t like you wandering around a hotel alone. I didn’t know where you were. You should have at least left a note.”

Sigh... my old fashion husband, he was worse then than now. No ‘nice’ woman roamed a hotel alone, was one most staunch beliefs. I hadn’t thought of leaving a note. I knew what he really meant and that was I should have waited and asked his ‘permission’ before going. But answering to anyone, much less asking anyone’s permission to do something was still somewhat of a foreign concept for me.

I was getting mad. “It’s the 70’s Tom, women can vote and everything.” I answered sarcastically, “I can find my way around a hotel. I’m not a child. Good grief, I went to the hospitality room, you act like I ran off with one of the lounge acts. I’ve made my way around this town for years, day and night, completely on my own. You don’t have to know my whereabouts every blessed second.”

“I know you did Cassie and you know it darn near killed you.”

I glared at him. It was a standoff for a minute before Tom continued. “I told you last month I’d spank you if you left a hotel room again without telling me where you were going. I’m not going to have you running all over by yourself.”

“You are not spanking me!” I told him stepping back. I suppose you can guess how far that got me.

“You may not like it girl, but you will listen to me.”I was trying to pull away but I was quickly pulled over his lap and on the receiving end of a hard hand spanking. “I warned you. You know how I feel.” I heard him say.

“Let me up!” I demanded. “That’s stupid! You don’t own me. Stop!” Yes, this was early in the marriage and I had a lot to learn. The more I had to say the harder and faster he spanked. He kept on until I finally shut up. He spanked a bit longer and then finally began rubbing. I was still mad but I was able to swallow it down for the moment.

Tom helped me up and stood to put his arms around me. “I know you’re still mad.” He commented. “But you need to accept the way things are now. You’re just making thing harder on yourself. Now if you’re ready I’ll escort you to the lobby, aren’t the women meeting to go on a tour this morning?”

I was furious. I felt like a child being taken to daycare. But I kept my mouth shut. If fact I didn’t speak a word as we headed to the lobby. As he left Tom leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Cassie Jane, don’t let your temper get you in trouble. Behave yourself.” I swear I nearly attacked him on the spot. Instead I turned without comment and went to find Sue in the milling crowd.

Sue and I skipped the tour. We spent the day in the casino. I spent most of the time venting to Sue and drinking. By late afternoon, full of liquid courage, I was ready to make my stand for independence. After all Tom was NOT the boss of me!

More soon.

Afternoon talk

2012-01-29T01:00:00.001-05:00

We certainly have gotten full use of our island home since September. We were here for a week or more after I found it was ours. Tom and Steve made arrangements to totally redo the caretaker’s house. Tia and Carl were bursting at the seams with their large family. We put them in the guest houses while the work was being done during October. This was also the beautiful spot Tom whisked me off to when I was planning Nancy’s demise and how to make it look like an accident.

Christmas and New Years were a swirl of wonderful events, but I was exhausted. Finally one day, not long after New Year’s, we girls found an afternoon to just sit and relax. The men had gone golfing and Allie, Annie, Sue and I gathered peacefully around the pool. I felt so content. These friends are those I love the most. I have no secrets from them and there is no pretense when we talk. There is nothing to hide. It does me good to be with them.

That afternoon we were sipping wine (those of us over 21) and basking in the beauty of our surroundings. Allie stretched catlike then turning to me said, “I hope you don’t mind Cassie but I’ve decided I’m never leaving. I'll try not to be in the way.”

“You won’t be in my way,” I laughed, “but don’t you have a college degree to finish?”

“Ugg,..” she said with feeling. “Don’t remind me. I don’t even what to think of getting back in that grind.” She took a deep sigh, “I did something so stupid this year. I think I should have ‘idiot’ tattooed on my forehead.”

I cast her a withering look. She gave me a quick smile and said, “Sorry, sorry! I know I’m not supposed to mentions tattoos to you!”

“So what did you do that was so stupid?” Sue asked her.

Allie shook her head, “I really blew it. I ask Ryan to help me get things done on time and not get so stress like I did last year and I even agreed to let him spank me when I don’t keep to the schedule.”

“You did WHAT?” Sue and I shouted in unison. Sue looked disgusted, “Go ahead and get that tattoo.” She told her, “You deserve it.”

“Oh honey,” I told her, “you never ask for help getting over a bad habit. They’re on it like a dog with a bone. They never let up.”

"Wait, you told me Tom helped you overcome tons of bad habits. You said you used to cuss like a sailor before Tom helped you.”

“But Allie, I never asked him to! Breaking some of my habits that he didn’t like was his idea, not mine. I only ask him to help me break my gambling habit, and that request came back to bite me in the ass! Forgive my language.” I laughed.

“Well let’s hear it.” Sue insisted. “What torture has your Tom-clone been putting you through?”

Allie sighed. “You see last year I was driving myself crazy. Ryan too part of the time, but he really kept his cool. I usually got everything done but I was always in a panic. Every time something was due I was up until three or four the night before trying to pull everything together. I’d run out of paper or the printer cartridge would be empty or something. Sometimes I couldn’t get it done and lost credit for late stuff. I’d be tired and surly the next day and before you could turn around the next things was due. Ryan had as many paper and junk to do as I did, but he never seemed flustered or rushed and so dummy me asked for help.”

“Well, what’s his secret?” Annie asked. “Has it worked?”

“I guess it did help.” Allie grudgingly admitted. “It’s pretty simple really. He just took all my due dates on each syllabus and moved them up by four days. If it’s due in class on the 4th I have to have it 100% complete and in Ryan’s hands by 9:00 pm on the 1st.”

“We were discussing this in bed. I think that was one of my problems." Allie admitted. "I was feeling pretty much agreeable to anything at the time. I was just mentioning that I wished I was as organized as him. He might have been the one who offered to help. I know for sure he was the one who suggested spanking as a way to back it up.”

“Entrapment! I knew it.” Snarled Sue.

Allie laughed. “I think you’re probably right, but whatever it was, I agreed.”

“Oh Allie, the same thing happened to me. We had a conversation before we were married where Tom swears he explained exactly how our marriage was going to be an old fashion one and if he ever thought I needed a spanking he was going to give me one. I wasn’t paying any attention! I was trying to get his clothes off. I’ve always said that my answers of ‘yay, yay sure’ should not have been binding!”

“So tell us,” Annie probed, “Did you get spanked or did you get things turned in on time.”

“I guess about what you would suspect.” Allie told us with a grin. “I did a lot better. If I didn’t have it by nine the day Ryan said, he just spanked me with his hand, and actually I’m surprised at how much that can hurt. But if I didn’t have it by the next night at nine he was getting more serious. He’d use that awful rubber spatula/scraper or whatever it is from the kitchen. That stupid thing is red and I think he tries to make my butt match.”

“And if you don’t have it the third day? I probed.

Allie’s look turned sour. “That stupid brush!”

I had been afraid of that. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. They always seem to know the worst one.”

“Well we didn’t get there but once. But I was so mad. I mean I’d been spanked the two day before for not having it so I was getting mad at Ryan. And then I was mad at myself too because the only reason it wasn’t done is just that it was a stupid project and I didn’t want to work on it at all.

“Ryan called me at eight that last night. First thing he asked was, ‘Is it done?’ I was so mad I told him, no, the damn things not done. It’s stupid, I’m not doing it and you can’t make me. Then I hung up on him.”

Annie and I stared at her in horror as Sue snorted, quoting Dr. Phil “And how did that work for you?” she chuckled.

“Not so well.” she admitted ruefully. We sat back to hear the rests of the story she had to tell.

He didn’t call back but at nine, the deadline, he was at my door. I knew I was safe on the hall, too many people. He looked over what I had. I showed him it would only take a couple of hours to finish.

He said that sounded good but he needed me to come back to his condo for about a half hour. I knew what that meant and I told him I didn’t have time. My roommate was looking at him funny because she knows he’s always the one pushing me to get things finished and now he wanted me to go somewhere with him before it was done.

I told him, “Honey it’s just going to have to wait until tomorrow. I’ve got to get this finished.”

He looked me right in the eye and said “It has to be taken care of tonight. I guess I can take care of it here if you’d rather.”

Well then I couldn’t get out of there fast enough! But by the time we got to his place I was pretty mad. “If you had just let me alone I’d be done with the damn thing by now!”

He walked into the bedroom and got the brush. When he came out he told me, “I’m not going to take anymore attitude or any more cussing tonight. You had plenty of time to get that thing done and you just wouldn’t. You knew it was coming to thing and you still didn’t do it. Now do you need some time in the corner to calm down?”

I was mad. It’s bad enough to be spanked but it really embarrasses me for him to mention the corner. “I don’t need the corner,” I snapped.

All I got was a terse “Fine.” And I was over his knee. He didn’t even do a warm up! He was in full lecture mode. Time management, thinking ahead, the evils of procrastination, and ended with, “You’re right I can’t make you do it but I can hold you to the bargain you made and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

It was a pretty rough evening. I hadn’t been spanked that hard in a long time. I don’t know if it was for not getting finished or for how I’d talked to him, but it sure was thorough. When he was done he just gave me a quick hug and drove me back to the dorm. He didn’t mention the project as he dropped me off; he just said “I love you.”

“I finished it that night.” Allie told us, concluding her story. “I never let anything run that late again.” Allie sighed deeply but then added with a little sparkle in her eye, “But I did check my grades on line this morning, B in Chemistry and an A in everything else!”

We all gave her a shout and our sincere congratulations. I couldn’t help asking “Are you going to tell Ryan how well you did? He may try to take all the credit you know.”

Allie laughed, “I might as well. I already agreed to do it again this next semester.”

Annie and I laughed as Sue shook her head in disgust. “If Steve had a hairbrush I wouldn’t agree to a damn thing!” she insisted.

It had been a lovely afternoon. I know Tom and I brought great changes into Allie’s life, although it was never our intentions, when we moved in beside her family 4 years ago. I worry about it sometimes, but Allie seems happy with how things are going so I usually take a deep breath and keep my fingers crossed.

I’ve been in more of a writing mood lately. I’ll try not to be so long between post.

Birthday surprise

2012-01-26T09:00:00.001-05:00

This story started back here.

The next morning I woke happy and content, but I had barely had time to stretch before Tom had pulled me across his lap and proceeded to warm my bottom in a rapid manner. “What are you doing?” I growled at him.

“As long as we’ve been together and you don’t know what I’m doing? I must need practice.” He insisted and he increased the pace. “I was just thinking that Sue will be here in about 4 hours. I thought I’d get a head start.”

I squirmed off his lap and Tom let me go laughing. I grabbed my robe with as much dignity as I could muster at the moment, headed to the bath room and slammed the door soundly. I could still hear Tom laughing and I had to smile. Old devil, he does knows us well.

I was so happy to see everyone and show them around. They all seemed very impressed with our accommodations. We spent time on the beach and in the ocean. Ryan, Allie and Drew rented the Jet Ski. We ladies biked around the little town and did some shopping. I was a good as gold and it wasn’t hard since surrounded by all the people I love the most.

At dinner that evening Tia out did herself, everything was delicious. The wine had been flowing freely since afternoon. We were telling old stories and laughing so hard most of us were in tears. I’ve been through a lot with these people. Tom was as relax and happy as I’ve ever seen him.

Dinner was over and we were all out by the pool when I saw Tom and Steve in a deep conversation. I didn’t pay much attention, but I noticed as they slipped into the house together. Shortly they returned and Tom came to stand by me clearly looking like he had something to say. Gradually everyone turned to look at him as he began.

“As you know we are all here to celebrate Cassie’s birthday.”

I rolled my eyes, “Just don’t anyone say which one!” I insisted.

Tom went on. “I think you will all agree that Cassie can be somewhat difficult to buy for.” Everyone laughed and nodded. “But I think I’ve found a little something she might like.” Tom had pulled a small box from his pocket.

“Tom told me what he was getting.” Steve spoke up. “I was pretty sure Cassie would like it and all I could think of was how much Sue was going to whine and carry on because she hadn’t gotten the same thing. You all know how she can be.” We all looked at Sue and laughed as she decided whether to be indignant or amused. As we laughed Steve pulled a box from his pocket that matched the one Tom was holding.

I admit the boys had my attention. Tom is a wonderful gift giver, but Sue and me receiving the same gift? That seemed a little strange. I mean we’re a bit old for matching bracelets. Steve walked over to Sue as Tom stood in front of me and offered the little box. I gave him a quizzical look before taking it and slipping off the top. Inside nestled in cotton was a key, to what I had no idea. Glancing at Sue I saw her holding a key also. The first thing that crossed my mind was that the boys had gotten us each a jet ski but that didn’t seem right somehow and it wasn’t the right kind of key. I looked at Tom questioningly.

“Honey,” Tom began, “it‘s yours together. You and Sue are now the proud owners of this house and all that goes with it.” I felt like I’d been hit with an electric current. I stared at Tom unable to speak. This house, this magnificent home that I had been marveling over for days was mine? Mine and Sue’s? As the news sank in I burst into tears and grabbed Tom. Tom has surprised me many, many times in our marriage but none more than this. The house with two master wings, what could be more perfect? Once again Tom had managed to outdo himself when it came to birthday gifts. Looking over at Sue I saw she was blubbering like a baby, not something I’ve seen many times in my life.

Now you can see what has been occupying my time over the last few months. We’ve come to the Island several times since then. This was where Tom whisked me off to when I was so outraged over Nancy. Sue and Steve have been here several times on their own and some with us. I suppose not every friendship could survive owning a home together but I don’t anticipate any problems. We’ve vacationed together and shared vacation homes for the past 40 years.

We were home for Christmas this year but back down here for New Years. That was a wonderful time. Annie and Andy came also as well as Allie and Ryan. The children were off until the middle of January so we had them to ourselves for a while. For the most part Sue and I have managed to behave ourselves – that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Allie, however, did share some of her less brilliant moments over the past few months. I’ll be sharing those with you soon.

Birthday retreat

2012-01-24T07:00:00.000-05:00

I’ve been so neglectful about writing here and I apologize. I realized I never wrote telling you about what I got for my birthday way last Sept and that has a lot to do with why I’ve been too busy to write. Tom nearly always takes me on a lovely trip for my birthday and this past year was no exception. He chose a delightful little island in the Caribbean. There were two 5 star resorts there – not high rises but smaller and more intimate places that were just lovely. However for this trip Tom had rented a private compound that included the most beautiful vacation home I’ve ever seen.

The main house was huge! Actually it was two houses put together to from a large U shape. The common area was a living room and dining room plus a gourmet kitchen. This area opened up to a fantastic patio area and the pool. All of this overlooked the Atlantic Ocean in all its splendor. The color of the sea around these islands is indescribably beautiful. The beach at this home was wide and inviting and the ocean calm and playful. But back to the house, there were matching master wings on either side of the house each consisting of a small kitchen and sitting room, two guest rooms in addition to the incredible master bedroom. Each master had its own balcony and private hot tub. Can you tell I was amazingly pleased with our accommodations? We were alone for the first week but Tom had invited many of our friends to join us for my birthday the next week so it wasn’t long before the place was overrun with friends and family, as well as the two guest houses on the grounds as well.

There was also a delightful family that lived on the property to care for the house and grounds, Tia and Carl and their delightful children. Tia is a cook like no other! In addition to cooking Tia and her girls took care of every house keeping detail, while Carl and his sons maintained the pool and grounds. All this they took care of while we barely saw them! They were wonderful about giving us complete privacy. Tom would let them know on the days he was cooking that we would require nothing, and for them to enjoy their day as they liked.

My actual birthday we spent alone. Everyone was scheduled to arrive the next day for the big party, but this day was just for me. Tom woke me up with breakfast in bed. It was delicious and we ate and sipped our coffee while watching the waves roll in. My first birthday gift came next and it was a lovely diamond bracelet. I love jewelry and Tom loves seeing it on me. Glancing at the clock Tom told me. “It’s time for your next gift, put on your bathing suit and let’s go.”

Oh my, what a day! Tom had rented jet skis for the two of us. I want one for the river but so far Tom has not warmed to the idea. We did have fun with them on the ocean. The whole day was one thing after another of the things I loved. We biked later in the day exploring the island. There are so many little shops, and restaurants and I wanted to visit each one! We did visit many and we ate at one of the resorts I mentioned for lunch.

As a most special surprise that evening, Tom had arranged for us to ride horseback on the beach at sunset. Carl brought the horses around and I couldn’t have been more pleased and surprised. I used to ride quite well, but that was long ago. Thankfully Carl had picked the sweetest and most gentle horses for us and our ride was near magical. I don’t know when I had had a finer birthday.

My day wasn’t over however, back at the house Tom slipped his arm around me and said quietly in my ear “I think it’s about time for a birthday spanking.”

You must understand that I have reached a point in life where this can be a serious matter! It’s one of the few times I wish to be a young woman again. As with any and all spankings I felt it was my duty to protest. “Not now Tom, I think that horseback ride will do me for tonight. Let’s just save your arm.”

Tom chuckled, “I was just using the horseback ride to help me with the warm up.”

He began to undress me and I gasped, “Honey, wait! Not out here! Let’s go in.”

“I’m happy right here.” He told me. “I chose this house for its privacy and isolation. I think outdoor spankings are natural and healthy and you know how I like to watch your health.”

I had to laugh too. I stopped complaining and worrying and just went with it. Tom didn’t just relieve me of my shorts, he undressed me completely. The night was warm with just a hint of breeze from the ocean. It was such a strange and exhilarating feeling to be nude in the great outdoors. As Tom ran his hands over me spanking wasn’t the first thing on my agenda but as usual it was on his. Pulling me over his lap he began on a brisk warm up. Now of course this was a birthday spanking he was happy and playful but NO spanking from Tom is to be taken lightly! The warm up had done its job and then he began on counting the years.

The first 20 were hard and swift, as if he wanted those two decades behind and forgotten. As he began on the rest he made sure each and every swat, each and every year, was memorable. Oh, to be forty again! I was stinging and throbbing for sure as he delivered the one to grow on. He soon let me up and I was rubbing for sure trying to soothe the sting. I gave Tom a reproachful look and told him “The least you could do is help.”

Tom smiled and leaned back on the lounge chair. “Do you know what a beautiful sight it is to watch you rub your beautiful bottom, especially here in the moon light?”

I laughed at him but quickly decided I wasn’t going to be the only one providing entertainment. I began undressing my sweet man and soon we realized the full benefit of our private retreat. Everyone should have the joy of making love under the moon with the waves crashing close by.

Our private retreat was perfect and the following day our friends would arrive, Sue and Steve, Annie and Andy, several other couples that are old friends as well as Ryan and Allie and Allie’s whole family. I was a happy woman. Nothing could be any better than time alone with Tom, but I do love my extended family and friends and I looked forward to their arrival. I still hadn’t received my special gift. Tom had wanted to present that in front of the crowd. But it was fantastic and I’ll tell you of it soon.

Hands off! The conclusion

2011-12-18T08:35:00.000-05:00

Please forgive me! I had no intentions in being so long getting this last part posted. But the holidays are in full swing and every time I turn around I have somewhere to go. On top of that we are planning on another trip right after the first of the year and there has been that to plan for. Truly I am loving every minute of it. Ever since we moved to the river Christmases have been so exciting. Now we have family around, Sue and Steve and Ryan and Allie and all her family, not to mention dear Willow. Having them all means more to me that I can say. And to my friends and readers here

Merry Christmas

Tom, Cassie and Willow

This story began back here.

Tom and I arrived home around 9:00PM the Monday before Thanksgiving. It didn’t take me long to get Sue on the phone. “Hey we’re back. Now tell me what you did.”

“Why hello Cassie, nice day we’re having. Did you and Tom enjoy your travels? I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Sue cooed into the phone.

I snapped, “Yes it’s a lovely day, the trip was fine. I’m delighted to find you well. Now what the heck did you do to Nancy?”

Sue laughed into the phone. “Who said I did anything to her. I haven’t even seen her since you guys took off. Why would you think I’d done anything to darling Nancy?”

“Am I going to have to come over there and kick your butt?” I looked up to see Tom watching me from the kitchen door with raised eyebrows. “Just kidding darling.” I assured him. “I’m afraid Sue is being herself. She may need some friendly persuasion to tell me the whole story.”

Sue laughed again. You’re not getting a thing out of me. I didn’t have any part of it, so it’s not my story to tell. Why don’t you come for coffee in the morning, around 9:00? We’ll see if you can get you up to date. See you then.” And she was gone while I was still sputtering into the phone.

“She won’t tell me a darn thing until tomorrow.” I told Tom.

“Well, I imagine it’ll keep.” Tom said yawning. “Let’s go to bed.”

I went to bed annoyed with Sue. She had sent the “problem solved” message. Why wouldn’t she just tell me? I tossed and turned about it for a while until Tom reached out and pulled me close to him, and finally I slept.

I was at Sue’s the next morning at quarter to nine. Tom had woken me before he left. “Girl, I did make myself clear didn’t it. No contact with Nancy, regardless of what your little friends have done. You cross me on this and you will be under house arrest. And you’ll be standing for that. Are we clear?”

“We’re clear.” I assured him. There was no way I was going to risk another spanking like he’d given the day we left, nor did I want any restrictions. All I wanted was to find out who had done what to Nancy.

Sue was alone when I arrived. “You’re early.” She told me, “We’ll have to wait on the others.”

“SUE! Just tell me all ready!”

“Nope. I told you, it’s not my story to tell, and besides I’m looking forward to hearing it again myself. Here they come,” she told me, looking out the window. “You won’t have to wait long.”

I was delighted as I turned to see Allie rushing in the door, along with her mom Kate and another neighbor, Connie, and give me a big hug. “Child what are you doing here? I thought you had classes through tomorrow.”

“I do. But only one so I’m cutting. You don’t think I’m staying at school when Sue told me about your troubles with that awful Nancy woman? We needed to get her straightened out.”

Everyone was grinning and I told them someone better start talking before I turned ugly on them. For some reason they all thought that was terrible funny. As we all got out coffee they finally began their tale.

It seems Allie had called Sue when she couldn’t get me and Sue gave her all the details of my recent troubles. Allie, bless her heart, was outraged. She called Kate later that night and dear Kate was equally up set. As they talked they began to formulate a plan. They called Connie and her daughter, who is a bit younger than Allie, to assist them. They told Sue of their plans but she wasn’t directly included in pulling it off.

This is the story Allie told me:

Allie talked with some of the staff to find out when Nancy would likely be there and assigned Connie (a willing helper they told me) to be there at the same time and invite Nancy back to her house for coffee. Kate and Allie just ‘happened’ to be in the yard as Connie and Nancy came in so they were invited to join them. Connie daughter Heather rounded out the gathering. As soon as everyone had settled Heather asked “Are Cassie and Tom on a trip? I haven’t seen them in the last day or so.”

“With any luck they’ve moved!” Allie said with feeling.

“Allie…” Kate said in a warning voice.

“Mama I can’t see how you can defend them after all they’ve done. I’ve heard you tell Daddy how peaceful thing were before they got here. I think she’s crazy!” Allie said Nancy’s ears couldn’t have perked up anymore if she had been a Doberman.

“I just don’t think we should be talking about our neighbors.” Kate said quietly.

“I know we shouldn’t, but I have to agree with Allie.” Connie spoke up. “You know, Cassie stole our boat this summer! Stole it, big as life. Did anything happen to her? NO! Not one thing. I mean we got the boat back and all but still.”

Nancy couldn’t keep quiet. “She actually stole your boat? Did you report it to the police?”

Heather jumped in then, “Oh didn’t you know, the Duff’s are evidently above the law. Yes Mom reported it, but because we got the boat back they didn’t do one thing to her.”

(Now, I’ll need to interject a bit here. We often look in on Connie’s house when they’re gone and of course I know when their boat key is. This summer Allie and I were to go pick up Ryan when he took our boat to be serviced. He called when he was ready but Allie’s boat wouldn’t start. It would have taken over an hour by car so we headed to Connie’s. They weren’t home so I left them a note saying,

Allie and I’ve stolen your boat to go pick up Ryan. We’ll have it back in 20 minutes. Don’t call the police.
Cassie

I even filled the gas tank before returning it. Later that afternoon, when Officer Weeks was on patrol, we were all out in the yard and Connie laughing told him about the ‘Great Boat Heist’. He made the comment that he really wished that all crooks would be kind enough to leave notes; it would make his job easier. However, this was not exactly the way the story was told to Nancy.)

Allie was just getting started. “And Mom,” Allie went on, “I don’t see how you can sit there and say we should talk about her. I mean she shot at Drew! How can you forget that?”

“Allie!” her mother said sharply, “You know we are under a gag order not to discuss that.”

Allie said Nancy nearly fell off her stool as her eyes widened. “She actually shot at your son? She didn’t really?”

“Oh yes she did!” Allie insisted. The police know about that too. Nothing, they did nothing. I think she could have shot him point blank and since it was her the police wouldn’t have done a thing!”

Kate spoke up earnestly “Allie, please the gag order!”

(Okay, okay all this was technically true too. But I was the one who had put them under the gag order. Tom had told me he’d wear me out if I didn’t stop playing paint ball wars with the children. I got hit in the leg once and it made a terrible bruise, so Tom is against it. That doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally pick up the spare gun and take a shot at Drew when he’s playing with his friends. But I made all of them, Kate, Allie and Drew promise not to say one word about it where Tom might find out, a gag order, you might say.)

Nancy spoke up timidly, “But they both seem like such sweet people, quiet and dignified.”

Allie and Heather snorted as Connie agreed. “I know exactly what you mean. Most of the time they seem so nice. You would think that they are just this sweet old couple, but goodness, if you cross them they can be vicious and they can get away with it! I heard Tom punched a man out and got him fired from his job for just asking Cassie to dance. They are both way too jealous for people their age I think.”

Nancy’s ears perked up ever further Allie told me. “Jealous?” She asked, “He hit somebody for dancing with Cassie.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”Connie repeated. “And that was just for asking her to dance! I think that’s going overboard!”

(Now once again I have to pop in here. She was talking about my last run in with Peabrain, you can read about it here. Connie was careful to say she thought that was what she’d heard. Tom did not hit anyone; it was Steve that shoved Peabrain down and for a lot more than asking me to dance! And Tom didn’t get him fired, just removed from his current project so Tom wouldn’t have to work with him. But the girls sure made it sound awful.)

Kate sighed as though she hated to be dragged into the conversation but couldn’t help herself. “When it comes to jealously I think Cassie’s worse that Tom.” Nancy whipped her head around to star at Kate.

“Why do you say that? She asked weakly.

“Wooo! Let me tell her mom! I was there to see it. You see,” Allie began enthusiastically, “There used to be this woman, Clara, at the club. I don’t know whether she ever flirted with Tom or not, but I think Cassie thought she had. Anyway, Cassie confronts her in the parking lot and punches her. Cassie broke Clara’s nose. I saw the whole thing.”

Nancy looked at all the women, stunned. “Now wait. You can’t tell me Cassie attacked someone in broad daylight and nothing was done. I can’t believe that.”

“Believe it,” Connie said. “Now the police did come to Cassie’s house and question her, but no charges were ever filed.”

“And get this.” Allie continued, “After all that Cassie and Tom get Clara barred from the club. I’m telling you I’m scared to cross them.

(You can read about Clara here if you want to, but that witch never flirted with Tom! And it their retelling of this sorry tale, they failed to mention that Clara had hit me first!)

At the retelling of all this, we were all laughing hysterically! Never before had I so enjoyed hearing of myself in such a bad light! But there was more to tell. As Allie began she told me “Honestly Cassie, for the next part we should have all be nominated for an Oscar! Nancy had fallen quiet for a while then she told us. ‘It had to be more than the woman talking to Tom that set her off. Why,’ She laughed a bit, ‘I’ve even flirted a bit with him a little myself.’

“We all went deadly quiet and turned to stare at Nancy; we all looked a little scared for her.”

Kate had finally spoken up hesitantly, “Do you think Cassie knows anything about it?”

“Well I don’t know…”

“Mom, do you think that why Tom took her off so suddenly?” Allie asked, “Maybe she found out and he’s trying to calm her down.”

They tell me Nancy looked truly alarmed then. Kate tried to sooth her and tell her not to worry while clearly sending the message that she had better be worried! “Well, maybe she hasn’t heard anything. But I think it might be a good idea to stay pretty far away from both of them until you know how Cassie’s feeling.”

“Yes, yes I think you’re right. Well, I’ve got to run.” Nancy had told them; seemingly scared we’d arrive home unexpectedly and find her in our neighborhood! Allie said she had shot out of their like she was on fire, and my lovely protector laughed themselves into tears. They soon called Sue to let her in on the details and not long after that Sue had text us.

Honestly, I have been good at bending and reshaping the truth in my time, but I believe I could take lessons from these four! Never had I heard such misconception coming from simi-factual information. Now while I enjoyed the tale thoroughly, I cautioned them against letting Tom hear exactly what they’d done. I don’t think he would exactly approve of the image they were painting of me. But as for me, I was thrilled.

When Tom got home the first thing he asked was “So what did Sue do to Nancy?”

“Actually it was a bit anticlimactic.” I told him, “Sue didn’t even see Nancy. It seems that Kate and Connie simply told Nancy that she was making both of us uncomfortable with her actions and she needed to leave us alone.”

Tom’s look was one of pure suspicion. “What?” I asked innocently.

“Cassie… what are you hiding? You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

“Tom! I was with you. I haven’t done a thing. Ask the girls, they’ll tell you.”

“Hmmmm…” was all he said at the moment but as we were getting ready for bed later he added, “Regardless of what might have been said to Nancy you are still to keep away from her. Are you clear on that?”

“No problem, boss.” I told him, giving him a grin and a mock salute. I knew I was making him even more suspicious but I didn’t care. I was in the clear.

Now I know I’ve rambled on too long here but there is one more thing to share with you. Tom had mentioned that Nancy hadn’t been at the gym in when he went by for his early morning workouts since we had come home. I took that as a good sign, but with the holidays and all I still wasn’t sure if she had taken all the girls had told her to heart. Several days later Kate, Sue and I were at the gym. We were getting our things from our lockers when Nancy came in. She seemed to freeze when she spotted us but Kate spoke to her in a friendly manner. “Hello Nancy, I haven’t seen you here in several days. We’re just going for some coffee. Would you like to join us?”

“Yes dear, join us.” I repeated. Later, Kate told me that the tone of voice I had used to issue that invitation had given her cold chills. I was staring right into Nancy’s eyes as I spoke. Now to hear Sue tell it, my ‘go to hell’ stare is formidable. Having never seen it myself, I’ll have to take her word. On the rare occasions I’ve directed it at Tom, he spanked me until I had no more desire to cast such a gaze at my dominate husband. But Sue assures me it would stop a charging rhino. And I was giving Nancy a full dose.

I’m not sure about the Rhino, but it surely did stop Nancy! “I… I… I left something in the car.” She stammered. And then with great speed she wheeled around to head back out the door just as several women were heading in. Even I winced as the door caught Nancy full in the face. Nancy was quickly surrounded by a small army of women apologizing and attendants bringing ice. We stayed long enough to learn that no real damage was done. She did have a black eye and a bump on her forehead but nothing that wouldn’t heal quickly.

As the three of us walked home we didn’t talk much. I had no wish to seen Nancy hurt but the timing of the incident did make me feel a little like ‘the Godfather’. As we neared home, Sue said conversationally “I think Cassie Duff beat up that woman who’d been flirting with Tom.”

Kate grinned and looked over at Sue. “Well I’m not sure it’s true but I did hear that somewhere…”

Hands off! part five

2011-12-10T23:45:00.000-05:00

This story begins back here.

I was delighted to be going away with Tom, but I have to say the trip itself was painful. We were on a plane for several hours and despite comfortable seats on the plane, my seat was far from comfortable. I want to tell you much more about out destination in another post but suffice to say it was warm and tropical.

We settled into very private quarters and enjoyed a late supper. We were mostly quiet that night. We walked the beach in the moonlight holding hands. It was only as it slipped away that I realized the tension I’d been holding onto. I slept soundly that night despite my long nap earlier in the day.

Tom brought me breakfast in bed the next morning. No one makes better coffee than Tom and I was enjoying my second cup as we lay in bed together watching the ocean. I felt so relaxed and so loved. One part of me didn’t want to bring up recent events but finally I had to ask the question upper most in my mind.

“Tom, I’m confused. I know I broke my promise to you not to contact that woman,” I didn’t even want to use her name. “Even though Sue was the one who really contacted her.” I insisted. Tom rolled his eyes as he shook his head but he said nothing.

“But why did you spank me so hard? I mean, Tom, I didn’t start any of this. It was her, that… witch who’s at fault. She was the one coming on to you, and she wasn’t letting up. You’re my husband! Doesn’t that give me the right to be upset with her? Don’t I have a right to fight to keep what’s mine? What if some man was all over me like that? Wouldn’t you be angry?”

“Yes girl, I would be angry if that happened and I would take care of it, just as I would have taken care of this situation. It’s my place to handle things that upset you. But your behavior has been totally out of proportion.”

“Out of proportion? Don’t you don’t think it normal for a wife to be angry with a woman trying to steal her husband?”

“Cassie, listen to yourself.” Tom sighed. Then he asked me, “What if it was our house she wanted. What if she said the house was beautiful, wonderful, and perfect for her and she was going to have it for her own? Suppose she offered us twice what it’s worth. Would you be mad? Would you want to beat her up? Or would you just laugh because we both know we would never sell our home regardless of how much she was offering?”

“But she wanted you.” I said in a quiet voice.

“And don’t you realize that’s more ridiculous than if she wanted the house? Cassie I know some people find jealously flattering, I don’t. I find it extremely insulting. That you would think so little of my love and faithfulness to you, that you would give a second thought to that woman, hurts me.”

“Tom! I never thought for one second that you would be unfaithful! You know that!” I insisted totally shocked he would insinuate such a thing.

“I would assume that’s true, but tell me then, why did her adolescent behavior provoke such emotions from you?

“Honey it was because … well, she made me mad and …” I couldn’t explain it to him. I didn’t think telling him ‘She just pissed me off’ would be something he would understand. I know you all understand but he really didn’t.

“But it was more than that girl, you were scaring me. You don’t pitch as many temper tantrums as you used to but the ones you do pitch seem to be getting worse. I don’t like the person you become when that happens. You become reckless and put yourself in potentially dangerous situations. All that cussing alone should have gotten you that spanking but it was your totally disregard for your safety that had me the most concerned.”

“What did I do?” I asked him. "I just wanted to tell her to back off."

Tom gave me one of his squinty eyed stares that can make me a little uncomfortable. “Would you like me to repeat what you said in front of Steve about what you intended to do to Nancy when you confronted her?”

I looked away. Steve is such a tattle tale! “I wouldn’t have really done anything but talk.” I insisted.

Tom tilted my head up so I had to look him in the eye. “If you believe that girl, you are lying to yourself. You were hot and you know it. You know good and well in the state you were in you could have tried to slap her or worse. Something bad would have happened.”

“For one thing,” Tom continued, “I’ve watched the woman work out. She could have hurt you if she’d have fought back. The least that could have happened is that she would have had you arrested. Now you just picture yourself in jail wanting for me to come and bail you out. That would have made the papers, that, alongside a repeat of the story about you punching Clara. Cassie it would have been a royal mess. Now do you see why I was so upset? I don’t want you in physical confrontations and I don’t want you arrested. If I have to be hyper vigilant to stop that, I can do it.”

There it was again ‘hyper vigilant’. I knew exactly what he meant and I dreaded it more than any spanking. For me it meant restrictions – big time. In the past he has taken the car keys, all my credit cards, forbidden me to leave the house without him, he has given me a list of things to accomplish during the day and heaven help my butt, literally, if they weren’t done. He’s had me getting up at the crack of dawn to ride that ridiculous recumbent bike he bought; oh the list goes on and on. During this time of horror there were also frequent spankings for the tiniest infraction. If he said be in bed by 10:00 and I crawled in at 10:05 I’d get a spanking the same as if I’d been speeding down the high way at a hundred miles an hour. He would let nothing slide, from an eye roll to a slammed door or anything in between. And, of course, to round all this out there was usually a 100% no alcohol rule until he finally calmed down. This ‘hyper period’, as I thought of it, could last anywhere from a week to months, depending on what had upset him to begin with.

“You worry me Cassie.” Tom went on, “you know you are the only thing that makes life worthwhile for me. I have no greater pleasure that petting and spoiling you. I try to indulge you in anything and everything you want. But when your ‘wants’ include cussing like a sailor or puts you in danger, when what your ‘wants’ include beat someone up, I have little choice other than putting some serious restrictions on you.

“Tom, please don’t start anything like that. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll watch my language. I’ll stay away from Nancy, I promise and I do mean it. Don’t go all hyper on me. She can sit on our porch naked and wait for you for all I care. I’ll ignore her! I will!”

Tom laughed and pulled me closer. “We won’t talk restrictions at the moment but you just remember you are right on the edge. Now let’s not worry about Nancy anymore.”

Not talking about Nancy suited me find. Tom began kissing me and trailing his hands over me and the Nancy problem retreated from my mind. Now this is how I loved Tom convincing me that I’m the only woman in his life. We stay in bed, loving, touching, talking and laughing until after lunch time. It was the best day I’ve had in a while.

Later in the afternoon we were sitting on the beach when Tom phone chimed. I was surprised, Tom rarely get’s texts. The message was from Sue and consisted of two words,

‘PROBLEM SOLVED’

Tom frowned and looked at me. “What does this mean?” he asked me.

“Don’t look at me,” I told him, “I’ve been with you the whole time.” But I wondered too. Obviously the problem was Nancy. Sue would never have sent the text if she wasn’t sure it was true. So what exactly had Sue done to ‘solve’ this? Tom and I stayed on vacation several more days and it was bliss. I knew I’d find out about Nancy soon enough and as I had promised Tom she was out of my mind – mostly. But what had Sue done…

Hands off! part four

2011-12-07T05:00:00.001-05:00

This story begins back here.

I hope you were serious about not minding long stories. This part is pretty long too. If you don't have time to finish it now I hope you'll come back.

I am being completely honest with you when I tell you I had no intentions of disobeying Tom orders about leaving Nancy alone. I didn’t want to talk to her or see her because I was still so angry I knew I’d make a fool of myself. I kept repeating to myself ‘He’s mine. There is nothing she can ever do to change that.’ And I knew it was true.

I went to Sue’s for coffee around 9:30. It was warm enough to sit on the patio that morning. I joined Sue at their little table only to have her stare at me in surprise. “You’re sitting awfully easily this morning. I figured you’d be standing for the day.”

“He didn’t spank me last night.” I told her. “I couldn’t believe it myself. He was mad that Nancy had gotten me so worked up. He just told me to stay away from her completely until he gets it all worked out.”

“Well what’s he gonna do? Honestly Cassie, he need to let us have her for a good fifteen minutes and this stupid mess is all over. Tom’s a gentleman” Sue insisted, making that sound like a miserably weak trait. “He’ll never be able to run her off. She sees his politeness as a sign he’s thinking it over. She still thinks she has a chance.” Sue paused a moment, seemingly lost in thought. “If we could just tell Tom exactly what to say, we could get her to back off.”

Sue was right. Tom would never be forceful enough to get rid of a woman like this. “There’s nothing we can do.” I complained. “Even if I did confront her she’d never believe it was really Tom who wanted her to leave him alone." I sighed.

We sat in silence, each of us lost in thought when Sue began to grin. “So let’s have Tom text her and tell her – very bluntly – to leave him the hell alone.”

“He’s never gonna do that and you know it. That not Tom’s way.”

“Then let’s do it for him.” Sue insisted. No doubt about it she had something on her mind. She left the table and was quickly back with her purse from last night. Reaching in she pulled out none other than that vile little note Nancy had slipped Tom. Slapping it down in front of me she said “She doesn’t know Tom’s number. Text her as him and be forceful!”

I couldn’t help grinning. Think of it, I could tell little Miss Nancy (or rather have ‘Tom’ tell her) anything I wanted him to say. I sat contemplating that lovely idea for a minute but then I remembered Tom’s words from the night before.

“Don’t confront her in person, don’t call her, don’t text don’t write. Nothing. Do you hear me girl? You mess up and I’ll wear you out and then give you the spanking you should have had tonight.”

I knew I’d dodged a bullet. I just couldn’t risk it. I told Sue what he’d said. “He let me off so easy. I assured him I’d listen. I just can’t go against what he said, I promised.”

“But this would work!” Sue insisted. We sat a while longer when Sue finally said. “Well hell, I didn’t promise him a damn thing. Come on help me make it sound forceful and still sound like Tom.”

I hesitated a moment longer but I couldn’t help it. I had a need to tell her to back off. And here this wasn’t even my idea. I wasn’t going to confront her at all but if Sue insisted, really what could I do? Well anyway, that’s how I rationalized it at the moment.

We spent most of the morning writing and rewriting that text. It had to be just right. After many revisions this is what we came up with.

Your behavior toward me, and through that behavior, the disrespect you are showing me and my wife is vulgar and offensive. I want nothing to do with you now or ever. I want no more contact, neither direct or through any note or message. Leave us alone. Tom Duff

It did sound like Tom. He would never have been any blunter than that. He certainly wouldn’t have cussed (as I truly wanted to do) but surely even that thick headed woman could understand this. After much thought and discussion Sue sent the text. I sighed with relief, and hoped with all my heart that it was over.

It wasn’t. Less than two minutes later Sue’s phone chimed. We both just stared at it. Sue picked it up and nodded, it was Nancy’s number. As we read her text I know my jaw must have hit the floor.

Tom you have to learn to loosen up. Life is too short not to go after pleasure. I promise I can rock your world and I can be very discrete about it. But I’m not against including your wife. Bring her along. What man doesn’t enjoy a three way? I’ll expect to hear from you.

It took just a minute to get my breath back. Sue and I stared at one another speechlessly. I felt like there was a tornado beginning somewhere around my middle and that was about to break into a roaring storm. Before I could give voice to it Sue’s phone chimed again. Nancy had more to say.

Tom just in case your wife isn’t the adventurous type, I wouldn’t have any trouble rounding up a third. And here are a few other things we could try…

She then proceeded to tick off nearly ever sex act and perversions know to man. Standing there staring at what she had written I began to envision what she was suggesting – with MY husband. The tornado within grew to full force and I cut loose. I would never begin to repeat here what all I had to say. I can cuss in several languages and trust me I used them all. Sue tells me it had been many years since she had seen me lose control quite like that. I was yelling and swearing so loudly that Steve came out of his den– something that rarely happens until his morning paper was complete and I had gone back home.

He came in hearing me say “… going over there and when I get my hands on that bitch I’m gonna…” I’ll spare you the graphic details but evidently I was scaring Sue.

“You have to stop her.” She hissed to Steve, who I must say, looked terrified at the prospect.

I don’t know what I was actually planning but I was going to confront that woman and I don’t mean maybe. While Sue was talking to Steve I left and ran toward home. I wasn’t going to give them the chance to stop me from my mission. I dashed in for my keys and back out just in time to see Steve pull his car right up to the garage door on my side making it impossible for me to get my car out.

“Move that thing or I’ll take a baseball bat to it!” I told them firmly.

Sue had gotten over her shock at my actions and was much more herself as she came toward me. “You planning on coming through me to do that?” she asked, with fire in her eyes. It was a standoff for the moment. I wanted a go at Nancy; Sue was willing to fight me to keep me from it. I realize now she was truly trying to protect me from myself. I don’t know what might have happened if Steve hadn’t come at me and shoved the phone in my hand. “Talk!” Steve barked.

“Cassie, talk to me!” The tone of voice Tom was using on the phone was probably about the only thing that could have snapped me back to reality so quickly. But still I didn’t speak. “Cassie, are you there? Say something.”

Breathing hard I finally managed a terse, “I’m here.”

“And you’re staying there. You better listen to me girl. I’m on my way home now. Don’t you think of leaving that house. Do you hear me?”

“You don’t know Tom; you don’t know what she said.” There was no need to tell him who ‘she’ was. While I was talking with Tom, Sue took the keys out of my hand and was herding me back into the house.

“I don’t care. You just stay put.” Tom said firmly. “Let me speak to Steve.” I just lay the phone on the counter and went out on the deck and curled up in my chair. I wouldn’t talk to Sue. I was just playing a horrible tape of Nancy and my Tom over and over in my mind. It was sickening but I couldn’t stop. I sat right there, not moving, not speaking. Eventually I became aware of Tom’s voice in the kitchen with Steve. Sue had been sitting across from me – guarding, protecting, providing silent companionship – she didn’t leave my side until Tom came out. I saw Tom take her hand and squeeze it, a rare gesture of affection between the two of them.

Sue got right in my face before she left, “Don’t be stupid.” she said, and then she was gone.

I didn’t want to hear what Tom had to say. He was going to reassure me of his love. He was going to tell me I shouldn’t let anyone, Nancy included, unset me so. He was going to be kind and reasonable and soothing and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to be placated.

Tom took the chair Sue had vacated. He said nothing until I finally looked at him and then he began with “I’m going to wear you out.”

What? No! I was the one that was mad, I had been wronged, he was supposed to be calming me, not that!

Ignoring my shocked look he went on. I gave you every chance in the world Cassie, but you wouldn’t listen. I told you not to contact her in any way and you promised me you wouldn’t. It didn’t take you 12 hours to break that promise." He was taking my hand and leading me toward the bedroom.

“But, wait!” I insisted, “You don’t know what she said. And it was Sue who…”

“Don’t even start with ‘it was Sue’” Tom growled. “Steve showed me the text. I was trying to keep you away from such mess that’s why I ordered you to stay away from her. ”

“I realize I didn’t do you any favor letting you off last night.” Tom went on. “I won’t make that mistake again.” By this time Tom had snatched up the brush and was pulling me across his lap, so much for trying to soothe me out of my anger. With the first strike of that damn brush I realized my anger was no match for Tom’s determination. Tom was very upset with me. I was rapidly finding out how seriously he was taking this. I was still dressed but with the brush it often doesn’t matter. My bottom seemed in flames before Tom took the first break. He hadn’t talked, he had just spanked. That wasn’t a good sign for me. If he had wanted my mind off Nancy he had his wish. When Tom spanks there is no room in my mind for anything but what’s happening.

He held tighter as I struggles to get away. He finally began talking. “You cussed a blue streak last night, you cussed at me, you gave me the finger and I gave you a pass on all that. I gave you a pass for the promise of minding me. Did you do that?”

“Tom I’m sorry. Please stop, I’m really sorry!” He didn’t even slow down.

“Answer my question.”

“No, no, I didn’t listen. I’m sorry!” I wailed.

“You’re likely to be even sorrier when I’m done.” Tom continued. I have come to hate that particular statement with a passion. He’s always makes sure it’s true.

Tom stood me up to relieve me of my trousers. I couldn’t help grabbing them. Tom was very calm as he said, “Don’t even think about it girl.”

I wasn’t trying to be defiant but self perseveration is a strong instinct to overcome. I lost my panties at the same time and I was back over his knee in a flash. I couldn’t believe it when he continued with the brush. He hasn’t spanks so much at one time with that darn thing in years. I don’t know if he was still trying to lecture – my shouts were drowning him out if he was.

This was the worse spanking I’d had in a very long time. He stayed on my sit spot forever. When he finally stopped I couldn’t say anything. He stood and held me as I cried into his shirt. The aftercare was painful as Tom rubbed the lotion in firmly. Tom had made me stand for this with my hands on the bed. I prefer to be lying down and he knows it, but at the moment my preferences weren’t being observed. It was so painful as he rubbed in the lotion that I was sinking down to get away from his hand. All I got from that evasive movement was a thunderous swat that had me leaping nearly to the ceiling. “Tom, please…” I begged.

“You be still. This is important.” He said shortly, continuing to rub the lotion in. I was relieved when he finally let me crawl up on the bed. I was exhausted and nearly asleep as he pulled the comforter up over me. Why do these hard spankings cause me to sleep I’ve always wondered.

I must have slept hard. I slowly came awake later feeling Tom rubbing my back. I rolled over and gasped with pain. My bottom throbbed as if Tom was still spanking. Tom looked at me with such love in his eyes that I was had to reach out and touch his face.

He was quiet for a minute and then he told me. “We’re taking a little trip. The suitcases are in the car and everything is arranged. We need some time alone.”

“Where are we going?” I winced as I tried to sit up. “I hope its close. Tom I can’t sit for a long car ride. You spank too hard!”

“You deserved everything you got and then some.” Tom told me matter-of-factly. “I know you’re going to be sore. I trust this will be one spanking you remember for quite a while. I’ve let things slide lately. I guess I’m going to be hyper vigilant for a while.

O lord, that phrase ‘hyper vigilant’ sent a chill through me. I knew exactly what it meant and my heart sank.

As for Nancy, well Paul asked if I had mafia connections and sadly I don’t. But I did have something even better that I wasn’t even aware of. I’ll be back soon to tell you all about it and our trip too.

Hands off! part three

2011-12-02T02:00:00.004-05:00

This story began here.

My feelings about the ‘Nancy incident’ varied for the next few days. One minute I was a tiny bit amused at her expense. After all she was one of many who’d flirted with Tom over the years. She would never get what she wanted and I should be laughing at her futile attempts – that’s when I was in a good mood. When I wasn’t feeling so magnanimous my thought ran more towards – ‘If the bitch wants a fight, I’ll give her one!’

I stayed away from the club. I wanted to be with Tom when I met her but I’d called Patty and asked her and several others to call me if they saw anything they thought I should know. I also didn’t mention her to Tom, which seemed to surprise him some. But I had decided I was not going to be a hothead and get myself in trouble for her mistakes.

Friday night rolled around and I looked as good as I could, new dress, fresh manicure, hair done and special attention to accessories. We picked up Sue and Steve and arrived right on time. As we walked into the restaurant I could tell the second Tom spotted her, he seemed to stiffen a little as if preparing for battle. He was helping me with my coat when she came over to our group. She went right to Tom and gave him a hug.

“Tom it’s so good to see you. This must be your wife Cassie. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you. I’m happy to meet you.”

Tom introduced Sue and Steve. He sound a little stiff but Nancy just chatted away. The woman was lovely, there’s no denying that. But it wasn’t her looks that got me it was her whole persona. This woman, who had flirted with, and practically propositioned my husband, seemed to be as pleasant and nice a person as you would like to meet. To be honest it was throwing me. I wanted to be cool and superior, I certainly wanted to dislike her but what I was feeling most was confusion. I could tell in other circumstances we could have been friends.

Sue was getting the same vibe and as we were shown to our table she whispered to me, “Shoot I wanted to see you deck the bitch, how anticlimactic.” I just grinned at her. But truly we neither one knew quite how to take Nancy.

Dinner was wonderful. We danced a little afterwards. Tom held me even closer than usual. I think maybe he was trying to send Nancy the message of a completely happy and devoted couple. I was really expecting Nancy to ask Tom to dance and I wondered what Tom would say. But she stayed away until they were leaving. She came by the table on her way out.

“Cassie, Sue, it was so nice meeting you both. I hope you’ll be around the club more often.” She told us with an easy, friendly smile. “Do either of you play bridge? We have a small group that plays every Monday and Thursday at lunch. I’d love it if you could join us. And sometimes if we don’t have the right number for bridge we just play gin rummy. Please join us sometime.”

I know you’ll think I’m crazy but I could tell she was sincere. Maybe finally seeing Tom and me together had convinced her that he wasn’t someone she could play footsies with. “I’ll probably be at the club more now that it’s getting a little cold to walk outside. Sue and I might stop by one day.”

“Oh good, I hope you will.” Nancy then turned to Tom, taking his hand for a moment she said, “Tom you’re a lucky man. Maybe I’ll see you in the gym some morning.” And then she was gone.

I watched her leave, somewhat relieved that things had going so smoothly when I hears Tom exclaim “Oh good grief!”

I snapped back around to see him holding a small piece of paper. “She just slipped me this note.” Tom said seeming both stunned and annoyed.

I grabbed the slip of paper out of his hand, it read:

“Tom I just want you to know that I’m available anytime for anything. Give me a call, 867-555- 2406.”

I felt like my head was going to explode. “That BITCH!” I spat out. I leaped from the table and headed for the door. I wanted to get my hands on her and at that moment I didn’t give a damn what Tom thought or what he would do about it. I burst through the outer door with Tom, Sue and Steve hot on my heels, just in time to see Nancy and party drive off. I was in pure street fighter mode. On the tables outside were heavy crystal candle holders. I picked one up to hurl at her car. All I wanted to see was the back glass of her car shatter.

My arm was back for a mighty throw when Tom practically tackled me and held me in a firm bear hug. “Let me go” I told him, enraged. “I’m gonna knock the crap outta that bitch! Let me GO!” I honestly can’t remember being that mad in years. So help me if I could have gotten hold of her she would have needed plastic surgery!

Tom didn’t loosen his grip at all. He was right in my ear, “Cassie. Cassie Jane. Stop this right now. Do you hear me, enough!”

Now you know Tom had not done one thing wrong. I had no reason whatsoever to be mad at him but he had kept me from attacking the target of my wrath so I unloaded on him. “Enough my ass! It’ll be enough when I get my hands on her. Don’t tell me ‘enough’.”

“Cassie, you had better get hold of yourself right now or I’m going to…”

“You’re not going to do a damn thing. You can go to hell!” Now to give you the complete picture, although it embarrasses me to say so, I then flipped Tom off, and headed away from the car toward the walking trail. My rage had me throwing caution and good sense to the wind. Sue had gone back in to retrieve our purses and I heard her tell Tom.

“Don’t. Let me go. We’ll meet you at home.” And quickly Sue caught up with me.

The walking trail is well lit and completely safe – even by Tom’s standards, and comes right by our home. Sue walked by me in silence for a ways as I cussed vehemently. I finally got the cussing out of my system and fell quiet myself.

“Made an ass out of yourself, didn’t you? Sue finally asked. I walked on without answering, anger still possessing most of my mind. We soon came to the bench that can be seen from our house and Sue and I stopped and sat. Tom and Steve were in the drive way and could see us. I just hoped he’d leave us along for a while.

“What are we going to do about that bitch?” I asked Sue.

“That’s not your biggest problem at the moment.” Sue commented. I looked over at her. “We’ll take care of the bitch eventually, but right now you have to go home to Tom and you just told him to go to hell and gave him the bird.”

“Oh Lord.” I said quietly in a shaky voice. “It’s too late to disappear I guess.” I said looking over at Tom.

“Yep.” Sue nodded. “I don't think you've got much choice. Just go on home and try to talk some sense to him.”

With a sigh I got up and walked over to our drive. Tom fixed me with a stern look. “Can I come home?” I asked him. “I’m sorry.”

Tom held out his hand and I took it. Sue said “I’ll call you tomorrow.” And they headed toward home.

I wish I could tell you how I felt at that moment. I was still feeling intense anger toward Nancy. I was embarrassed at how I had acted at the club. I was feeling some relief that we had all been alone when I tried to hit the car and had acted so ugly to Tom outside the club. And above all this, I was feeling intense butterflies at what might be coming next.

Tom, still holding my hand firmly, walked me to the bedroom and sat with me on the little love seat. It’s by the dresser and he could reach the ivory brush from where he sat. “Look at me.” Tom said calmly. I didn’t really want to. With some effort I met his eyes.

“You just came within a hairs breath of beating up yet another woman in the club’s parking lot. You have cussed a blue streak tonight. You told me to go to hell and you flipped me off. I’m not very happy with you at the moment. I don’t put up with that kind of behavior. Not now, not ever. Do you understand that girl?

I nodded and looked away. “Look at me.” Tom said again. “What do you think I should do about it?

I hadn’t cussed around Tom in a long time, much less at him. But it wasn’t my fault! Truly, it wasn't! I was completely provoked. I didn’t think I deserved a spanking when you considered the events of the whole evening.

“I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? I think you do. I need to wear you out and you know it. I don’t care what caused it. Your behavior was outrageous.” Tom paused for a minute and I dropped my eyes, then he continued, “But I’m not going to.”

My head snapped back up. “You’re not? I thought…”

“Cassie I know how that woman upset you. I don’t like anyone doing that to you. But upset or not this is your one and only free pass. Do you understand me? I will not tolerate that kind of behavior again. Are you clear on that?”

“I am Tom! I won’t, I promise.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“One more thing,” Tom said taking my chin in his hand. “I’ll get this Nancy thing worked out. You. Stay. Away. From. Her. I’m not joking Cassie. Don’t confront her in person, don’t call her, don’t text, don’t write. Nothing. Do you hear me girl? You mess up and I’ll wear you out and then give you the spanking you should have had tonight.”

“I hear you Tom! I’m listening. No contact.” I felt like a condemned woman suddenly set free. I didn't think it was the best time to mention the thank-you note. I had no problem agreeing to anything he had to say. As we went to bed I kept it in mind. As Tom pulled me close in the night I told myself over and over ‘Let it go. He’s yours and there is no contest.’ I even remembered when I woke up. But as Sue and I rehashed the evening over coffee the next morning another thought occurred to me.

Tom hadn’t said Sue couldn’t contact her.

Hands Off, part two

2011-11-29T02:00:00.000-05:00

This story begins here.

As Tom and I crawled into bed that night I was definitely thinking about ‘naughty Nancy’ and how she obviously wished she was in my place. I had been a little quiet during the evening and Tom reached to pull me across his lap and I immediately protested. “You’re going to spank because some other women wants to get you in her bed? I don’t think so.” I told him, trying to wiggle off his lap.

“I knew that’s what you’d been thinking about all evening.” Tom began with a hard smack to my bottom. “And no that’s not why I’m spanking you.” I was still trying to get away as Tom pulled me tightly to him and delivered a dozen or so firm swats. “I’m spanking you because you belong to me. You’re mine and I have never, and will never, want another woman as long as I live.”

I quit struggling as he settled into a nice, stinging good girl with much rubbing and the occasional straying fingers. I was beginning to squirm for different reasons when suddenly Tom kicked it up another notch and the stinging became burning.

“What was that for?” I demanded.

“Do I have your attention?” he asked.

“You were getting it quite nicely before. Now stop!”

“You just remember what I said about staying out of it. You showed yourself at the club over that horrible Clara woman. I don’t want this silliness to have you flying off into a tissy and making a fool of yourself.”

“I heard you Tom. I’m not jealous. You don’t have to spank so hard…” I was just before getting mad when his wandering hand again made me lose my train of thought. I soon forgot anyone else existed as Tom totally convinced me I was the only one he loved.

I woke before he went running the next morning and toyed with the idea of asking him not to go by the gym to work out, but I realized that just might lead to another reminder to ‘stay out of it’ not the good reminder either. In due time Tom was back home, then off to work with no mention of whether or not Nancy had been there. Soon after he left I was on the phone to Sue. “Get ready and come on over for coffee. I have something to tell you.”

I could hear Sue stretch over the phone “It better be good, it’s early.”

But within 15 minutes she was sitting in my kitchen hearing the whole story, flirting, notes, flowers and all. When I finished my recitation Sue’s first comment was “That bitch!” Don’t you love Sue! Her next comment was “What are we going to do about her?” Now I had an ally.

It’s wasn’t that I was ignoring what Tom had said but there was no way he was going to keep me from gathering all the facts and getting a look at the competition. Sue and I sat sipping our coffee and contemplating. Then as I snapped my fingers I knew my first move. I’m friendly with most of the staff and I knew that my friend Patty often worked in the weight room.

I called the club and finally got hold of her. “Patty, this is Cassie Duff. I need to ask you a few questions if I may.”

“Sure Ms. Duff, what can I help you with?”

“You can tell me if there is some woman there that’s after my husband!” I told her firmly.

“Oh, I’m so glad you called!” Patty began in relief. “I wanted to call you but it wasn’t any of my business. But this woman won’t leave him alone. She has to talk to him every time he comes in. She stands about a foot from him or less like she is trying to pin him between her and the machine. He’d have to shove her to get by. She’ll pat his arm or take his hand as she talks to him. It’s obvious to everyone he is trying his best to get away. She’s unbelievable! She knows he’s married. Mr. Duff’s told her. I’ve told her. She doesn’t care!”

”What’s her name?” I asked.

“Nancy Waller.”

“What does she look like?” I continued putting the phone on speaker so Sue could hear. “Tell me everything you can about her.”

“Well, Patty began slowly. She’s 57, I looked on her card. I guess you’d say she’s pretty, but I bet she’s had a face lift. And I’m sure the boobs are fake. She works out a lot so she’s in good shape. She seems nice, except for this, I mean, she’s friendly and polite and everything with the staff.” Yes, I was thinking to myself it was her friendliness that had me concerned. “She’s here a lot,” Patty went on. “She plays bridge with a group of women. She plays golf, and swims a bunch too, and she eats here a lot.”

“Does she flirt with other men too?” I pressed.

“Well, maybe a little. I mean she’s nice and talks to any of the men but it’s not hard to see its Mr. Duff she wants.”

I was quiet for a minute. Patty asked “Ms. Duff, are you still there?”

“Yes dear, I’m here. Tell me, can you get me her address?” I saw Sue’s eyebrows rise at the question but she kept quiet.

“I don’t know,” Patty was hesitant. “We aren’t supposed to give out any addresses… Wait, yes I can get it for you. Let me call you back.” And she was gone.

Sue came around the counter to get herself another cup of coffee. “So what’s the plan?” She asked, “Are we just going to egg the house or go in and beat the crap outta her or…” finally looking my way Sue spat out “Cassie! Damn it; get away from the friggin mirror!”

I couldn’t help it. The woman was 57, so young. I could picture her, slim, taut body, two words that will never be used to describe me again. Tom adamantly refused to discuss plastic surgery. I usually hover around 20 pounds over my ideal weight, when I try to lose, Tom fusses. He says I need a little extra weight in case I get sick. He calls it insurance. All I could see was an old, overweight, frump.

Sue physically took my arm and moved me away from the mirror. “You idiot! If Tom wanted another woman he wouldn’t be going after some 57 year old surgically enhanced flirt. Tom is extremely handsome, even if he does act like an ass sometimes. (It seemed to annoy Sue to give Tom a compliment.) Younger women go for older men all the time. Add to that the fact he’s got more money that God and you have to realize he could have any woman he wanted. If they knew about him you’d have 22 year old playboy bunnies lined up around the house. You know damn good and well you are the only woman Tom wants.

It was just momentary insecurity. Sue was right, he might well be crazy, but Tom loves me and I know that isn’t going to change.

It wasn’t long until Patty called back and in a whispered voice gave me the address I wanted. “One more thing,” she added. “She has a dinner reservation for Friday night with some other ladies at seven. Can I make you all one for the same time?”

“Oh yes, honey. Would you do that? Make it for 4 of us and I’ll be there with bells on.”

Patty laughed. “I’ll be happy to. It’s about time she saw what she was up against. Everyone that sees you and Mr. Duff together knows how close you are, time for that witch to back off.”

After the call I stood looking at the address. “Exactly what are you planning to do with that?” Sue wanted to know. “You know if you go over there and confront her Tom will beat your butt.”

“I have no intention of going over. This is not a contest or a competition. Tom told me to stay out of it and I will. Of course,” I added hesitatingly, “good manners must always be observed.” I went to my little desk and got out my Thank-You note. I wrote for a minute then handed the note to Sue saying, “A lady always sends a note in thanks for a gift. It would have been ungracious not to do so.”

Sue quickly scanned the note and burst out laughing. It read –

Dear Ms. Waller, Thank you so much for the lovely roses you sent us. Tom and I have enjoyed them immensely. You are correct in noting that Tom does have a perfect physique. Actually it’s more perfect that you’ll ever know. Trust me on this. Thank you again for your thoughtfulness. Mrs. Cassie Duff

Sue continued to chuckle. “I think Friday night’s going to be a hoot.”

Hands off!

2011-11-27T01:00:00.005-05:00

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I couldn’t have asked for better. We had friends and family spilling out everywhere. I always love having Ryan and Allie home and now I can’t wait for Christmas vacation when we’ll have them for a whole month.

Now I want to tell you a little of what’s been happening around here lately. I was wondering how to begin this story. I was going to assure you I had done nothing wrong, but I felt perhaps I had begun a previous story that way. Also I hate to picture all those eye rolls out there as you read that. But as these incidents began to reveal themselves I had NOTHING to do with them. I don’t know exactly when all this began but I first became aware of it when the flowers arrived a few weeks before Thanksgiving.

I’m a sucker for fresh flowers. I love having them around and sometimes order them for the house myself. Tom is good about sending me flowers too, but it’s not something he does all the time. So I was delighted one afternoon to open the door to the flower delivery boy. I was excited as I slipped the bow from around the box and opened the lid to find beautiful apricot roses. I really had no idea why Tom had sent them. It wasn’t a special occasion and there had been no excessive spanking for which he could be trying to make up, so I was stumped. I opened the card to find the following message:

Tom dear,
Your physique is already perfect. But I enjoy watching you work on it.
Love,
N

What in the world? Who the hell was ‘N’ and why was she looking at my husband’s physique? It seemed to me that this time Tom had a little explaining to do.

I took the flowers out and arranged them in a vase. I fixed up a little, as I usually do before Tom arrived home, and waited to hear what my dear husband was going to have to say about this. I greeted him at the door with a kiss and a glass of wine. “How was your day sweetie?” I asked.

“Very normal” Tom answered, “and yours?”

“Oh mine was full of surprises.” I told him as I pointed to the flowers.

Tom looked at them curiously. “Now just who is sending my beautiful wife flowers?” he asked with a grin. Matching him grin for grin I handed him the card.

As he quickly scanned it he lost his grin and for one of the few times in our lives together I saw Tom blush. “Anything you’d like to share with me, dear?” I asked as I waited for some comment. I simply can’t tell you how very much I enjoy the next few moments as Tom, blushing like an school boy, began stuttering and stammering to explain. I had to laugh at his efforts. Tom so in control, always knows exactly what to say and is never, ever flustered. But this had him tongue tied.

I sat on the couch and invited Tom to join me as I began teasing him. “Drink your wine dear. Do you need another minute to get your story straight? Or will I have to take you over my knee to get the whole truth?”

“Now Cassie, you know… This is ridiculous… This person is…” I was totally enjoying Tom’s inability to get out a complete sentence.

“Now Tom, just take a deep breath.” I told him, “Let’s start at the beginning. Your new girlfriend, N, what does N stand for?”

“Cassie…”

“No honey,” I interrupted, “Cassie’s my name. You can’t go around getting us mixed up or you could find yourself in some very uncomfortable situations.”

“Now stop it!” he demanded, which did nothing to stop my giggles. "This woman goes to the gym at the club. She’s often there in the mornings when I go by to work out. She keeps flirting and lately it’s gotten worse.

“And you didn’t feel the need to tell me about it?”

“Why would I? I’ve barely be aware of her until recently. She was just some woman in the gym that speaks to me each morning.”

“Hmmmm… you didn’t tell me her name… or her age, height, weight, eye color, measurements. Tell me all about her, can I take her in a fair fight?” I was fully enjoying myself. I was not the least bit jealous; I was just enjoying teasing Tom. Women often flirt with Tom and I usually find it amusing. Now Phyllis a few years ago was different, for some reason she got under my skin. But normally women buzzing around him are so normal I think little about it. Most, however, don’t send flowers.

“Well,” I waited, “Tell me all about her I have to know what my competition looks like.”

Tom sighed realizing I was going to keep pestering him until he told me more. “I believe her name is Nancy. Someone told me she was a widow. Probably around 60. Quite fit. She works out every morning early – something you could do if you didn’t sleep the day away.”

“No, no, no…” I told him firmly, “this is about you and your girlfriend. We’ll not be discussing my shortcomings.”

We finally laughed together and I settled back against Tom to hear the whole story, seems like Tom had been aware of her for about a month or so. She is new to the club. And she definitely has eyes for my husband. Tom told me it was only the second or third time he had seen her there that she approached him. “She introduced herself,” Tom told me, “and then asked me if I’d like to come back to her house for a nice breakfast.”

“Well that was bold, what did you say?” I wanted to know.

“Well what do you think I said? I just thanked her and told her I had to get home my wife would be expecting me. And then she said ‘Well it’s a standing invitation, you’re welcomed anytime’.

I sat up and looked at him. “Are you serious?” I was a bit less amused. I haven’t been at the club too much lately. The weather has been so nice that Willow and I have been walking around the neighborhood. I swim in our endless pool so I don’t have to redress at the club. I was beginning to think I need to show myself a little more. “She knows you’re married and she is still so brazen?”

“Didn’t seem to slow her down a bit.” he admitted.

“Is she only there first thing in the morning?”

“How would I know? I don’t spend my time looking for her. She must be there some afternoons. She left a note on my car…” Tom stopped as if he realized he’s said too much.

I sat back up straight and looked at Tom. “She left a note on your car! When? What did it say?”

“Oh Cassie, I don’t remember. I didn’t pay any attention. I just threw it away when I realized it was from her.”

Of course I didn’t buy that for a minute. I continued to stare hard at Tom not saying another word until finally Tom told me.

“The note said that I always seemed to be at the club alone and that she had a way to cure loneliness.”

My mouth few opened in shock. That hussy! “Tom this is serious. This woman means to have you. She certainly doesn’t care that you’re married. You’ve told her point blank yet she is still after you. Leaving you notes, sending flowers to your home to be sure your wife knows. I’m putting a stop to this.”

“No. You’re staying out of it. I’m perfectly capable of handling the situation – not that there is a situation to handle” he hurried on. “She is just a lonely woman looking for companionship. She’ll soon realize I’m taken. Don’t give it another thought.” Tom gave me a hug. “Listen to me now girl, you’ve cause enough commotion at the club.”

I accepted Tom’s hug and returned it with my mind a million miles away. If that hussy thought for one minute…

I DO love my lurkers

2011-11-10T09:15:00.000-05:00

I can’t think of a single day I enjoy more in blogland than Love our Lurkers Day. I know my blog is somewhat on the ‘different’ side but there is probably no one out here who enjoys hearing from my readers more. I love writing here and I’m always anxious to know if others like my stories. Each time one of my readers is gracious enough to leave me a comment I become excited about writing more.

I know that I have many lurkers when I post. I would so love to hear from you. You’re welcome, no matter what. But anytime, anywhere you leave comments you are telling the blogger that you appreciate the time and effort that they put into their blog. I see my comments as a little bit like a hug – so welcomed, so cherished.

For those special few who are here so often and leave comments I want you to know that I feel you are all family. Your loyalty and willingness to take the time to comment means the world to me and I thank you so much.

Cassie

Wardrobe malfunction, the conclusion

2011-10-27T16:00:00.000-04:00

Sorry this part of the story is a little long. There wasn't a good breaking point. Then again, come to think of it, that spanking seemed pretty long too!

This story began back here.

I could feel waves of anger coming from Tom as we headed to the room. I was torn, I felt I needed to keep my mouth shut but, I also wanted to plead my case. Unfortunately, during the silent ride up the elevator, I realized I didn’t really have one. Well, not one Tom would understand.

We stepped in to the room and Tom took Sue’s pool jacket and tossed it onto the chair. Within seconds Tom sat and pulled me across his lap. It was abrupt even by Tom’s standards. Tom sailed into that spanking with a hand hard enough to pound nails. He didn’t bother removing my bathing suit, not that it would have made one bit of difference. He was burning me up! It seemed he would spank forever without a break. I was struggling to get away but I was in an iron grip. When he finally stopped I felt like I was nearly at my limit.

“If I have your attention now, I’ll repeat myself one more time. Go get that bathing suit off the floor and in the trash. Then I’m going to wear you out.”

“You’re going to WHAT? Tom you just wore me out! I won’t be able to sit for a week. You can’t spank me again.” I thought he had lost his mind.

“Are you going to do what I tell you or should I continue to try and get your attention?”

He had my complete attention. I headed to the bedroom, grabbed up the suit (wishing with all my heart that I had done that earlier) and threw it into the trash in the bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom Tom was standing at the door. His look of pure anger had changed to one of determination. The look did not bode well for me. Standing there in that tiny white bathing suit, my bottom throbbing I gave Tom what I hoped was a ‘please take pity’ look.

“Have a seat Cassie.” He told me. I didn’t want to. My seat wanted no contact with anything but I sat gently on the edge of the bed. “I want to be sure I know what went on today. I want us both to be clear on what happened.” Tom continued. “Let me tell you what I’ve seen today and you tell me if I’m wrong. This morning I feel I made it very clear to you that I didn’t approve of the bathing suit choice you’d made and that I did not want you wearing such a small suit in public. I know you disagreed. But I think I made myself clear. Did I?”

I gave Tom the smallest nod.

“Where did this suit come from?”

Oh I didn’t want to tell him. You have no idea how much I didn’t want to tell him. He waited, not saying anymore.

“Sue and I went out and bought it this morning.”

“You’re telling me that after I told you the other suit was too small you deliberately went out and got one even smaller? Tell me why, Cassie.”

I took a deep breath trying my best to remember. “I… I’m a grown woman. I can pick out my own clothes. You’re too bossy. There’s nothing wrong with either of these suits…” My voice trailed off as Tom walked over and picked up the ivory brush.

“No Tom wait…” I began but he might as well have been as deaf as a post. I was already hurting when he pulled me across his lap and began full force with that hateful thing! Wild horses couldn’t have kept me from reaching back but Tom just grabbed my hand without comment and continued spanking. I was howling – unfortunately back then hotels were well built and fairly sound proof. There would be no rescue. It truly seemed like forever until he stopped.

When he paused I was frantic for some relief. I needed to rub and I was trying to jerk my hand from Tom’s hold. I got another hard pop to the top of my thighs. “Be still.” he commanded. Tom began rubbing for me then. I was sobbing and he gave me a minute to get hold of myself. Soon he began talking as he rubbed.

“I’m your husband and you will listen to me and do as I say. You are not going to run wild as you used to. I give you plenty of free rein but when I tell you ‘no’ – you better mind me. I told you this before we were married. Ours may not be like every other marriage, I may be old fashion, but you’ll just have to accept that. I am the head of this family and you will listen to me.”

Yes, I admit Tom told me all this before we were married. But I wasn’t paying attention, so it just shouldn’t count. Tom went on, “This morning you didn’t get your way and you let your temper tantrum take over. And that’s exactly what got you in this position” Tom then gave the following ‘commandments’ each punctuated with a dozen or so hard swats from the devil brush.

“I will not accept defiance from you.”

“You will listen to me.”

“You will do as I tell you.”

I had felt overwhelming relief when he had stopped to rub a little for me. I soon realized that all he had done was allow enough time to let the numbness that had started to completely dissipate and once again every swat was excruciating.

“And now,” Tom continued. Good grief, how much more was on his list? He let go with a torrent of spanks on my upper thighs that nearly had me coming straight up off his lap!

“What the hell was that for?” I couldn’t help shouting. Two more hard pops followed as Tom said, “You don’t want to go there girl. That was for hanging up on me. Do it again and you’ll get worse. Are you clear on that?”

The fire on my rear was way too intense to be clear on anything at the moment but I assured Tom I understood anyway. Tom resumed rubbing, but I steeled myself as he said one last thing. “This new suit you had to run out and buy – what did it cost?”

Good Lord!

Tom and I are blessed; finances have never been something we have had to worry about. I came into the marriage with a great deal of my own money and Tom was well off. Tom never says one word about what I spend on anything from clothing to jewelry with two acceptations. I’ve been in trouble over more than one bar tab and when I buy or do something directly against what Tom has told me.

The suit had been expensive. This was back when you could buy a nice bathing suit at most any store for a mere $25. This suit had been more than twice that. I just couldn’t tell him.

“I don’t remember.” I gasped.

I jumped as Tom laid the brush gently against my sore, swollen bottom and said quietly. “I’ve always found your memory to be excellent when necessary. Would you like me to help you remember?”

“NO! NO! Tom don’t! It was $60.”

“Sixty dollars? For a few triangles and some string? Fine, that will be an appropriate finish. The last 60 he gave with his hand and not nearly as hard as he had at the beginning. But when you feel raw and burnt all touching is agony – even a fairly mild spanking.

Tom finally finished and let go of my hand. He reached for the lotion and I swear it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. “No, stop! Don’t!” I cried But Tom merely said “hush’ and continued with the after care.

When Tom stood me up I was too tender to even reach back and rub for myself – I was fairly dancing on my toes it hurt so much. Tom’s arms went around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“We’re going back to the party in a bit, Girl.”

“Tom no, I don’t want to go anywhere.” I was wiped out.

Tom continued, “I should make you go wear what you have on – let everyone see what happens to wives who don’t listen to their husbands.”

He couldn’t possibly mean it! I whipped around to look in the mirror. My whole backside was scarlet with a few places that would undoubtedly bruise. “You wouldn’t da…” I managed to choke off my words before completing ‘You wouldn’t dare!’ Even that early in our marriage I sensed that there was a chance he would see it as a challenge rather than a cry of disbelief. I had stopped myself in time. I leaned against him and said, “Please Tom don’t do that to me. I’m so sorry.” I believe that was what Tom had been looking for all along – for me to stop and think before I acted or spoke. He hugged me tight, but he wasn’t quite finished with me yet.

Tom released me from my hug and took my face in his hands and delivered by far the most painful consequence I’d faced that day. Looking me right in the eye he told me “Cassie girl, you are the most important thing in my life. I am more proud of the wife I chose that anything else I’ve ever done. Bringing you around my friends and colleagues and showing off my lovely wife is a joy to me. You hurt me today. Your stubbornness and your anger turned you into another person. You hurt me and disappointed me.

Well that tore it! I bawled. I loved Tom more that you can imagine, and I did then. I could be bratty, I could fight against what he told me, but to know I had really hurt him and disappointed him tore me up. I cried for a long time while Tom just held me. Finally he told me to go wash my face and put on some make up. I didn’t want to go back to the party, but I made no protest. I took off the new suit and threw it in the trash too. I came into the bedroom to see that Tom had laid out an outfit of Bermuda shorts and my new blouse. I didn’t put a bathing suit on for the rest of the trip – I just didn’t feel like it.

I was grateful to realize, as we came out, that it was heavy dusk. The poor lighting around the pool, as the food was served, well hid my somewhat swollen eyes - from most people that is. Annie and Sue weren’t fooled. I was standing close by Tom as he spoke with others when Sue hissed in my ear, “You’ve been crying. What did that SOB do to you?” Had it not been for my first marriage, Sue wouldn’t have worried so. That experience had left her deeply suspicious.

“He told me he was disappointed in me and that I’d hurt his feelings.” I was tearing up even as I said it. Annie seemed satisfied but Sue started to say something else. But I looked her dead in the eye and said “I really am fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” She wasn’t happy but she subsided.

After we went through the line to get our food, Sue told us that they already had a table and to come on over. I looked to where they were sitting – metal folding chairs. I couldn’t do it. Tom was watching me. Tom told Sue, “If Cassie doesn’t mind I’d like to eat over here by the wall. The moon’s beautiful.” I was grateful, we sat our plates on the wall and stood while we ate and watched the moon. I realize some would think Tom a brute for doing what he did. But I really understood. Tom had told me what to expect before we married and I did agree. And it didn't change how much I loved him. It never will.

Oh my, that was so very long ago. For me it’s good to go back and remember these old stories. It helps me realize that, although Tom still doesn’t seem to let me get away with a thing, he has mellowed. I rarely go a day without at least a swat to my butt, but the horrid, ivory brush often remains untouched for months and months. It still hovers in the back of my mind. Perhaps it’s a deterrent but I see no reason to admit to any such thing.

Wardrobe malfunction, part 2

2011-10-25T02:00:00.003-04:00

You can find the beginning of this story here.

The phone rang and I snatched it up still angry. It was Sue. “Where did you run off to in such a hurry?” she wanted to know.

“Never mind.” I told her shortly. “Get dressed, were going shopping.”

“Shopping? What for?”

“A new bathing suit.” I told her “And I know just what I want.”

~o0o~

Sue didn’t ask any more questions until we were in the cab and headed to a department store. She could tell I was mad about something. Finally she looked and me and said “Okay, spill it. What’s got you so steamed?”

“Tom didn’t like my new bathing suit. He said it was inappropriate for a married woman to wear in public.”

“Oh good grief!” Sue moaned, “What’s his problem? He’s more old fashion than my granny. That suit looks great on you. Just wear it and tell him to kiss your ass.”

“I can’t – it’s cut up in little pieces.” I told her.

“What! That son-of-a-bitch! He didn’t? Cassie, you need to kick his ass to the curb.” Oh yes, Sue was steamed. I liked her being mad on my behalf, but I told her I was the one who cut it up. She laughed then. “In that case, good for you! But tell me why in the world, after all that, are you going out to find a bathing suit he’d approve of?

I turned to give Sue a small smile. “Who says he’s going to approve of it?”

Sue howled with laughter. “Ahhh … Cassie. I thought for a minute you’d gone soft on me. There’s nothing like spitting in the eye of the Tiger!”

It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for since I only had two criteria, tiny and inappropriate. I found one I thought fit the bill perfectly and called Sue back to have a look. Her look was one of shock. “You’re not really going out in public in that thing are you?” she asked, a little hesitantly. It did cover everything it was supposed to, but barely, I admit. I was slim back then, but it was an era when women were expected to have curves to look sexy, the skeleton appeal hadn’t taken hold, and I had curves. This little suit showed each and every one.

“I’m going to get it!” I told Sue. “He can’t tell me how to dress!”

“You’re going to get it all right. Come on Cassie, that on might be pushing it a little. Look for something that covers a little more.” Sue, being cautious? That didn’t usually happen but I had my mind made up and no one was changing it.

I got my suit and headed to the shoe department. “What are we getting here?” Sue wanted to know.

“High heel sandals, that’s just want I need to make this suit standout.” I told her.

“Honey in that suit everything stands out already.”

“Whose side are you on?” I asked, “These shoes will complete the look I’m going for.”

“And what look is that?” Sue asked “Whore’s R’ Us?”

I gave her a withering look, not that she cared. “Look, no kidding," Sue wanted to know, "why do want to go out of your way to make him so mad?”

I ignored her question. I wasn’t sure myself anymore but I couldn’t give it up. “He has to learn he’s not going to control me. I’ll do what I want, say want I want and wear what I want. I’m not his child or his possession!”

“Suit yourself.” Sue told me, “But I think you’re just asking for trouble.” As you know, Sue didn’t know the half of it.

~**~

I took special pains with my makeup and hair for the late afternoon pool party. The bathing suit I had destroyed lay on the floor where I had thrown it at Tom. His parting words were for me to clean it up. But I chose to let it lay that as further proof that he could not tell me what to do. Seeing my beautiful new suit in pieces on the floor helped me hang on to my anger. And I needed my anger to carry through on my defiance. Once the anger left common sense would often take over and I wasn’t ready to go there yet. But later how I wished I had handled it differently.

To say I made a splash at the pool party would have been an understatement. When I pulled off my beach cover I believe every woman there gasped and the men simply stared. I loved it. I was an attention hound before I had met Tom and old habits die hard. I was having a ball! Normally I would have the waiters bring me my drinks but I was enjoying walking to the outdoor bar and getting them myself. Andy was there with Annie, Steve and Tom had had to stay for the later meeting. Andy came up to me.

“Cassie, please go change before Tom gets here. I know what you’re doing. Just grow up and put something decent on.” Andy always tried to take care of me but I rarely listened. And I was in too far to listen now. So I lashed out at him.

“I am a grown up! I’ll do as I please. Stay out of my business!” I snapped.

Andy tried one more time. “You know Tom’s going to blow a fuse. Cassie he’s likely to…”Andy stopped and just started at me. “Fine, do it your way.” He said shortly. I’ve wondered since then if he knew exactly what Tom would do. This was well before the cruise when I thought most of my friends learned the truth. But maybe Tom had shared his beliefs with the men much earlier.

I was drinking freely. I had a feeling I wouldn't get much more once Tom showed up. I was standing at the bar when the phone rang. When the bartender called out my name I froze. Taking a deep breath I took the phone. It was Tom who had gone back to the room to change.

“Cassie you have two minutes to get up here and get this bathing suit off the floor. I wasn’t kidding this morning and I’m not kidding now. You better move.” Tom demanding tone set my blood to boiling again.

“If you want it picked up, do it yourself!” I snapped in fury.

“Cassie, so help me I’m going…” I had absolutely no interests in hearing what he was going to do so I hung up on him. I grabbed my drink and downed it in one gulp. Turning to scan the crowd I saw Sue looking at me and shaking her head. She took one finger and slid it across her throat. Maybe that was when reality crashed down on me. I wasn’t worried about a slit throat – that might have been quick and painless. I suddenly realized that what was coming, and I knew it would be neither quick nor painless.

Sue saw my look change from defiance to panic and hurried over. “Let’s go to my room. You can change and give everyone a chance to calm down, okay.”

“Yes. Hurry!” We rushed to the door but it was too late. Tom was headed toward us his face already angry before he saw me. When he saw me and what I was wearing, his face took on an even darker look and I felt my knees go weak. Tom’s was staring directly into my eyes, leaving them briefly to scan the crowd where every man (according to Tom) was still ogling me.

Dear brave Sue said, “We’ll be right back guys. We have to run up to my room for a minute.” She tried to pull me along but Tom had reached us by then and had hold of my hand. As Sue had come to me she had grabbed up her little pool jacket and wordlessly Tom took it from her and put it around me. Tom then headed back toward our room with me in tow. I said a quick pray. But I knew my fate was sealed.

More soon.

Wardrobe malfunction

2011-10-23T16:00:00.000-04:00

I was just wondering if any of you have a husband who trys to tell you how to dress? This has been an ongoing - if not heated, battle since we married. Like most women, I believe, I’m quite comfortable in slacks and shorts. Tom would prefer I only wear dresses and skirts. He doesn’t really push it and I do try to acquiesce to his wished much of the time so I often change before he comes home in the evening. But an incident early this summer had me remembering a time when acquiescing was exactly on my mind.

All this came back to mind the other day when Tom and I were sitting on the deck watching Allie and Ryan head off in the boat. It was the first time we had seen Allie in that particular bathing suit. I’m no prude but it had my eyes popping out as well as Tom’s. I turned to Tom to say “And you used to think my bathing suits were inappropriate!”

The story I was thinking of happened the very first summer we were married. We had been married less than a year and you could say we were still trying to get used to one another – who am I kidding, we were still trying to do that after we’d been married a decade and sometime I think we still are.

We had gone to a convention for Tom’s work. I loved going to conventions. They always picked a nice resort. It was the only time I saw some of the wives and many of us had become good friends. While the men went to meetings or golfed, we ladies had our own activities. Some were planned - speakers came in to talk on fashions, flower arranging, cooking - oh, so many things. We had luncheons, we had shopping expeditions, home tours and when special activities weren’t planned we lounged at the pool and kept the bartenders hopping!

That year I had bought a lovely new bathing suit. I remember it was cobalt blue with gold trim and I love it. We were by the pool, I in my new suit, when the boys finished their meeting and came looking for us. I saw Tom coming and smiled at him. He smiled back but I saw him come to a dead stop half way around the pool and stare. It was the first time Tom had seen the suit and I can safely say it made an impression. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a good one. As he was coming around the pool I could tell something was wrong but I truly had no idea what was he was upset about.

“Cassie,” he said failing to even speak to the other ladies, “I’d like to talk to you. Come with me please.”

I was worried that something had happened so I jumped up at once. Tom held my beach cover as I put it on and we hurried back to the room. “What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as we got on the elevator. It never thought for a minute that Tom was upset at me; I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong. Tom chose not to answer until we reach the suite. We entered and Tom turned to stare at me. “What’s wrong?” I repeated.

“Where did you get that suit?” Tom asked abruptly.

“My suit? My bathing suit? I got it at Antoinette’s, why?” I asked him puzzled.

“I can’t believe you went out in public it that suit. Don’t you have any modesty? My wife is not going to parade around in public nearly naked. You’ll not be wearing that again.”

All right now, let’s just stop for a moment and let me tell you about the bathing suit. It was completely appropriate. Yes it was rather small, but it covered everything it was supposed to. If I were to wear that exact same suit today (assuming I still had the body to wear a two piece) Tom wouldn’t bat an eye. But bikinis were fairly new at the time and remember I have a dinosaur for a husband. Let me add it had 10 times the material in it than the one Allie was sporting this summer!

Remember too please, that I was not only a fairly new bride, I was certainly not used to anyone telling me how to dress. Anger swept over me. “That’s stupid!” I told Tom as I headed for the door. “I can’t believe you drug me up here for that. I will wear it again, I like it. You don’t tell me how to dress. I’ll wear what I damn well please.”

I didn’t make it to the door. Tom took hold of my arm and tucked me under his. I got a half dozen hard swats on my seat. Little as that was you can’t imagine how angry it made me. I hated being spanked back then! It hurt! And it often infuriated me. I did not want to be controlled by anything or anyone, much less spanked into submission.

“You listen to me girl.” Tom said, not letting me stand up. “We can have any discussion you want to have. I’ll listen to your side of any disagreement, but if you cuss at me again I’ll get that brush and wear you out. Do you understand?”

Oh I understood all right, and I hated it! He let me up. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and my voice. “Tom,” I began with as much dignity as I could. “You are not going to spank me for wearing a perfectly normal bathing suit. I know it’s small but there is nothing wrong with it. If you look around the pool you will seem most of the women have on suits this size or smaller.” I was still mad but I was trying to be calm.

“I don’t need to see what anyone else is wearing. They aren’t my concern, you are. No girl, I am not going to spank you. I hadn’t seen that suit before or I would already have said something. I’m not about to spank you if you didn’t realize I would object to it. But I’m telling you now it’s not appropriate for a married woman to wear in public.

I slammed into the bathroom, ripped off the suit and came back out wrapped in my robe. “Does this cover enough?” I asked sarcastically.

Tom was really trying to avoid an argument. “Honey, I’m not saying you didn’t look good in that suit. You did. Way too good for anyone but me to see it.” He said soothingly. “Why don’t you keep it and wear it just for me?”

Sad to say I wasn’t the sweet, loving, docile, accepting, perfect little wife I am today. I stormed back into the bath room, grabbed the scissors and cut both parts of the bathing suit into pieces. Coming back into the bedroom I threw them at Tom and stood shooting daggers at him. Bless his heart. You have to give Tom some credit here. He kept his cool, with effort.

Taking a deep breath he said “There is a pool party this afternoon. I’ll be late, but we need to be there. You will be dresses in an appropriate bathing suit. I know you have several suitable bathing suits with you. I will expect you there waiting on me. I further expect you will have lost this attitude by then. At least you will if you know what’s good for you.” Looking down at the remains of my suit on the floor he added “And you will clean this mess up - now.”

Tom turned and left the bedroom and I heard him… well, if not slam, let’s just say he closed the door firmly. I wanted to scream in frustration! Trying to vent my anger, I slammed the bedroom door 5 or 6 times. It didn’t help much. My mind was racing – I would not be married to a dictator! I would do, say and wear whatever I wanted to! And finally, looking at the ruined bathing suit on the floor, my thought was ‘I’ll show him!’

The phone rang and I snatched it up still angry. It was Sue. “Where did you run off to in such a hurry?” she wanted to know.

“Never mind.” I told her shortly. “Get dressed, were going shopping.”

“Shopping? What for?”

“A new bathing suit.” I told her “And I know just what I want.”

More soon.

And finally, Annie's consequences

2011-10-03T02:00:00.001-04:00

I wanted to tell you the final story, or fallout, from our last girl’s trip. Its Annie’s story and although it’s barely on topic I wanted to share it with you. Let me give you a little background on Annie and her husband, Andrew. To begin I want you to know that I saw Andy first! We dated for several months back in the day. Andy is a dear, sweet man. He cared for me, he was very protective, but as wonderful a man as he was, we would never have worked in the long run. He often said at the time, and many times since, that dating me was much like herding cats. Bless his heart he tried, but at that time I would listen to no one! Andy was the man who cared for me the most before Tom came into my life. Even after we were no longer together he flew to England to rescue me from a dangerous and frightening situation I had gotten myself into, a situation that Andy had personally warned me against. I guess you could say, at that time, listening just wasn’t my strong suit.

Sue and I had been friends for several years when we met Annie. She came to a one of our social events with her father. She was quiet and shy. This was during my first marriage and I suppose you could have described me the same way although for vastly different reasons. I really liked Annie. One of her true talents in life is making every person she speaks with feel as though they are the most interesting person in the world. Annie is a listener. If you are ever talking to Annie, you know you are being heard.

After I became a widow our friendship grew even closer. I believe she and Andy became close during one weekend when I had gotten mad at Andy, screamed a few terrible things at him and left with another man – a stranger on a motorcycle, to be specific. Annie and Andy worked closely looking for me for the next few days and I believe that was probably the beginning of their romantic feelings for one another. Their relationship never hurt my feelings. At that time I didn’t think of relationships as permanent. And anyone that knew Annie and Andy knew that they were meant for each other the minute we saw them together. Theirs is a love story to rival mine and Tom’s.

Annie and Andy do not have a spanking relationship. Although Annie is tougher than she looks I’ve always thought of her as a gentle, delicate creature. She know that Tom spanks me and that Steve has, in the past few years, given Sue a bit of what’s due her, but I knew it would never be for her. That’s why she shocked me several years ago when she purchased a paddle when we were on a girl’s trip. Sue had gotten one too and I was surprised at them both. Evidently I had made spanking sound like a great way to spice up their love lives and they took me at my word. I had my doubts as to whether either husband would ever use those paddles. I was shocked when Annie told us some time later that they used theirs frequently. When she gave us the details I was flabbergasted! Her detailed explanation of exactly how it was used gave me the best laugh I’d had in years. You can read about it here.

I didn’t get to talk to Annie until nearly a week after our last girl's trip. She called and we spent the better part of the afternoon catching up. I shared my fate along with the trials and tribulation Sue and Allie had faced, but Annie’s story was the one that truly shocked me.

When Tom came home that evening I pinned him with an accusatory look. He tried to suppress a grin as he accepted a glass of wine from me. “Oh dear,” he began. “I can tell I’ve done something terrible. Exactly what is that look for, Pet?”

“You have positively corrupted all our friends. Do you have some sort of world domination plan were every man spanks his wife if he’s not pleased with every move she makes.” I was only teasing and Tom could clearly see it.

“Well…,” he began slowly. “I believe in most cased that would be for the best. Whom have I corrupted this time?”

“Andy!”

“Andy?” Tom was shocked. “Cassie I just can’t believe Andy would ever spank Annie. For one thing I can’t imagine that sweet woman doing anything worthy of a spanking.” He paused for a minute thinking. “That is, of course, unless she’s with you and Sue. I take it that Andy wasn’t thrilled with the group’s behavior on this last trip either.”

I gave him a sour look. “She called this afternoon. I'm not the only one saying it's your fault, she blames you too...”

Here is what Annie had to say.

She began the conversation about the trip. “Cassie was Tom mad about the trip? What did he think of the tattoo?”

“What do you think, Annie? He blew his stack." That was when I went on to tell her a bit about Sue and Allie’s problems. "What about Andy? I’m assuming he was surprised that you came home with a tattoo.”

Annie still had some question of her own. “I was afraid Tom would be angry. So he did spank you?” she asked quietly.

I paused for just a second. Although she has known for years it’s not something we discuss often. “Yes Annie,” I answered lightly, “That’s what he does, you know.”

She was quiet for another minute then added “Andy spanked me too.”

WHAT! I was in total shock.

“Annie he didn’t!”

“He did Cassie. He didn’t like me getting the tattoo at all. I told him I hadn’t really wanted to but you and Sue insisted.” (Oh sure, blame us!)

“He told me I was too old to be swayed by peer pressure and that I should have just told you both no. He has no idea how difficult that can be at times. Anyway, he saw it as I was getting ready for bed and while I was undress – that’s when he spanked me.”

“Tell me about it.” I prodded.

“He was looking at that silly tattoo and he muttered something about ‘Maybe Tom has the right idea’ and then he spanked me – hard.”

“How many times?” I asked with a growing suspicion.

“Well just once, but it stung!” (Oh really?)

When I said nothing she continued, “It turned red!” (Do tell!)

“I felt so bad about disappointing Andy. I nearly cried, but Andy was really sweet then and told me just to be careful and not to follow you two in everything you did or he’d have to spank me again. I promised him I would be more careful in the future. I told him I’d try my best not to let you and Sue drag me into all your foolishness again!”

“Annie,” I started, trying not to laugh out loud, “That wasn’t a spanking. That was a love tap!”

“You didn’t feel it Cassie. It was really hard!”

I decided not to belabor the point. “So you ditching us hooligans? Have you decided we’re just too bad an influence on you?”

Annie laughed. “I’m not ditching anyone, but I don’t want Andy that upset with me again.”

Upset! I doubt the man had even frowned at her, upset my butt! But I didn’t share that with Annie. That one swat had had the desired effect. Annie was contrite, had decided to try to resist our negative influence in the future and all was right with her world. What more could Andy have been shooting for?

Tom and I were both laughing when I finished the tale. “You see,” I said shaking my finger at him. “You are entirely too harsh. In the future, should I ever do anything wrong – as unlikely as that might be, one swat will be sufficient to get your point across.

Tom reached out to grab the finger I was wagging in his direction. “I see that entirely differently,” he told me. “The way I see it is that Annie got the most severe spanking of her life and she has decided to straighten up. I think that’s what I’ll keep in mind.”

Later that night as we were getting ready for bed I was leaning over reaching for something when Tom popped me hard on the butt. Jumping up, I whirled around. “What was that for?” I demanded.

“I just wanted to see if that felt like enough. I’m afraid it just didn’t feel like it would work.” Tom was pulling me across his lap as I struggles and protested in what is our pre-loving dance. Annie had been right. It did sting, and my bottom was red. But she failed to describe the rest of the feeling this good–girl led to. Oh well, perhaps it doesn’t work for Annie, but this kind of attention from my husband (as long as he’s not mad) could not make me happier. I doubt Annie will ever have to worry about a serious spanking for the rest of her life, but I wouldn’t trade places with her for all the tea in China.

Allie Consequences, and Ryan's

2011-09-26T17:00:00.001-04:00

I’m trying to go back and tell you the problems each of us girls ran into with our men when we got back from our last trip. You can begin the whole story here and see what Tom thought of the whole thing. I wrote about Sue’s consequences here. We don’t talk about the details of a spanking but we still manage to keep up with one another.

Allie, on the other hand, usually tells me about her spankings in great detail. I think I understand. I know that there is really no one else in her life with whom she can discuss such things. Not her friends, certainly and of course she doesn’t have the luxury of blogging that I do, so I am her sounding board.

Our men are similar in that they now all believe in spanking but they each saw our escapades on the trip in different ways. Tom anger stemmed from the fact that I had allowed another man to touch me – even my back, to allow him to draw the tattoo. Steve had been upset that Sue had risked a ticket for carrying open containers of alcohol in the car. And Ryan, well Ryan was annoyed because Tom and Steve were annoyed.

Ryan had his talk with Allie the day after he had taken Tom out in the boat to calm him down some. I think as Tom was calming down he must have said a few things that stirred Ryan up. She told me about their ‘conversation’ a few days later.

“I thought you were going to be the adult on this trip.” He began, “Why did you get that tattoo? You know you started all this.”

“Ryan there’s no reason for you to be mad at me. I knew you wouldn’t care if I got a henna. It was just a joke. You know a way to honor the trip. I never thought the others would get one.”

“Well why didn’t you try to stop her? You had to know that Tom would be really pissed.”

“Have you ever tried to stop Cassie from doing something once she’s made up her mind? I couldn’t stop her. Annie and I tried to stop Cassie and Sue both but they wouldn’t listen. It’s not my fault. I didn’t want them to get them!” She told him firmly.

Ryan, being a typical male, refused to be dissuaded from his point. “It is your fault. They would never have gotten them if you hadn’t gotten one first.”

“But… but…”Allie was tried to defend herself when, in my opinion, Ryan crossed the line.

“Have you ever seen Tom any more upset than that afternoon when he threw that chair? I’ve never seen him lose control like that. He really didn’t like the idea of Cassie bending over and a man touching and drawing on her. He calmed down after we talked, but I’m guessing Cassie got a pretty hard spanking and you’re the cause of it.”

When poor little Allie told me this I was outraged! I decided right then and there Ryan and I would have a little talk.

When Allie was telling me all this, she said when Ryan hit her with that statement she just broke down and cried. Ryan went on to say “I don’t think Cassie should be the only one getting spanked for this, do you.”

Allie shook her head no and Ryan put her across his knee and spanked that sweet little thing hard! Allie tried to down play it for me. “It wasn’t really bad Cassie; he did just use his hand, but I’m really, really sorry I got you in trouble.” I was so upset I barely consoled the girl. I just told her to stop thinking like that. She wasn’t to blame for anything I did or any trouble I got myself into. But it was Ryan I had on my mind at the moment.

Allie was still at our house when Tom came home. I was so upset I barely acknowledged him. That’s so unusual Tom stopped to stare a minute then he asked “Cassie, what’s wrong with you?”

I went over and gave him a kiss. “Just have something on my mind, dear.” About that time Ryan, all cleaned up from his day of yard work was coming up the drive. ‘And there he is now’ I muttered to myself.

Ryan had barely gotten to the steps when I pinned him with a hard look and said “A word with you please.” He could tell I wasn’t happy and with a bewildered look he followed me to the kitchen.

“Sit.” I told him. I felt like towering over him for a minute. He sat meekly and still confused. God bless him, he is such a good man, but I was furious at him that moment.

“I know you spanked Allie because of the trip and right now I want you to tell me one single thing she did wrong?”

“Now Cassie you know if she hadn’t gotten that tattoo…”

“Allie told me she has gotten henna tattoos before and you didn’t mind one bit! So why were you mad about this one? I’ll tell you why!” I went on not giving him a chance to respond, “You and Tom got together and started beating your chests and you decided if Tom was going to spank me you ought to spank Allie too.”

“But Cassie, you know if she hadn’t gotten that…”

“I would like you to tell me,” I asked him sharply “which do you think I am, stupid or senile?”

“What?? Cassie what do you mean? I don’t think…”

“Well you must think I’m one or the other.” I snapped at him. “How dare you use me to guilt Allie? I don’t even like the idea that you spank her – I feel guilty about that every day! But for you to tell her she was the cause of me being in trouble with Tom – well that is just an outrage. I have been getting myself into trouble with Tom for more years than you children have been alive – combined, with no help from anyone. I walked into that tattoo parlor on my own and told the man what I wanted. What did you expected her do? Tackle me and drag me out?”

I was on a roll! “Boy let me tell you one thing, I better never hear of you doing such a thing again. Don’t you ever spank that poor child again unless she has done something really serious and don’t you dare use me to make Allie feel guilty about anything or you just might find out what that brush feels like yourself! Do you hear me, boy?

I’ll have to say Ryan didn’t know whether he should be begging my forgiveness or running for the hills. I heard Tom speak from behind me. “Son, if I were you, I’d apologize to both these ladies and hope Cassie lets you live.”

Ryan seemed to realize this was pretty good advice. “Cassie, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…Allie, you too… I mean, I just thought…” I hear Allie try to smother a little laugh behind me and I finally relented.

“I know what you were thinking Ryan, but you were wrong. If Allie does something you don’t approve of, you two discuss it and decide what’s best. But you leave me out of it. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am!” he answered. “You have my word.”

“All right then. Now why don’t you and Allie take the boat and get us some of that good pizza from that new place. Get me a meat lovers, hear?”

Ryan seemed delighted to escape the kitchen. He gave me a quick kiss, grabbed Allie’s hand and they were off. Tom was still leaning against the door grinning at me. “Remind me not to get on your bad side. You can be a frightening woman when you put your mind to it.”

As if! I rolled my eyes at him and he gave me a hug. “We came in because Allie feared for Ryan safety. You would have made an excellent mama bear you know.” I had to laugh. That was exactly how I felt.

Later that evening as the children were leaving Ryan gave me a big hug. Speaking softly in my ear he said, “Cassie I don’t think anyone has cared enough about me to fuss at me like that since my mom died. I love you.” I was a puddle of tears. You just can’t know what those two young people mean to Tom and me.

Well I’ve shared the aftermath for me and Sue and Allie. Even sweet Annie had some consequences this time. I’ll share that in my next post.

Sue's consequences

2011-09-20T17:00:00.001-04:00

It may be a while before I tell you all about my birthday. Meanwhile let me do some catching up.

It was my friend Katy that reminded me I have never told you how the other girls paid for our girl’s trip and the henna tattoos we all got. You can begin read about it here. Actually I was the only one that really got in trouble for the tattoo itself but the other girls didn’t get off scott free. As I heard of the men’s reactions I began thinking about the different ways we girls share with each other.

Let’s take Sue for example. Sue and I have never, ever discussed the details of any spanking we have received. Although Sue has known Tom spanks for nearly 40 years, up until very recently she was outraged by the whole idea. I would never have shared any details with her because it would have just fed her rage. She usually knew when I’d been spanked, if it was a serious one, simply by the gingerly way I sat, but I always, always down played it. Now that fate (or Tom’s constant harping to Steve) has decreed that Sue gets the occasional firm spanking we still don’t share details of the event.

Sue’s usual reaction to a real spanking (I assume she gets the fun kind too) is to be angry and blame me. This was true the day after everything came out about the trip. She came over with Steve when he picked Tom up for golf. The scowl on her face when she looked at me told the whole story. The scowl was for me alone. When Steve kissed her good-by and told her to behave herself she was quite sweet and agreeable with him. But as soon as he walked out the door she was on me.

“This is all your damn fault!”

I laughed. “Okay, I’ll bite. How is this my fault? I didn’t hold you down for the stupid tattoo.”

Still glaring Sue plopped into a chair proving to me at once she hadn’t be spanked as hard as I had. “On he did really care about the tattoo once I told him it would wash off he was mad about the booze in the car. And he… he… well you know what he did and it hurt and it’s your fault!”

“Wait, you packed the booze. Not me.” I reminded her.

“Well you could have reminded me about opened containers, or told me to leave it behind.”

I had to laugh, “You’re an old lush in your 60’s and someone has to remind you about the laws pertaining to booze? And no, I don’t leave good alcohol behind – it would seem disloyal.”

“But you’re the reason I got …spanked.” It always tickles me the way she lowers her voice when she says the ‘s’ word.

“How do you get that?” I asked still perplexed. “I was your car, your choice.”

“But you’re the one that brought spanking into the picture.” She snapped.

“Don’t look at me!” I shot back, “You fuss at Tom.”

“Well you’re married to him so same difference, his stupid ideas of ‘discipline’, ‘protection’, ‘consequences’ poisoned Steve . He’s poisoned my husband! This wasn’t how I expected my marriage to be. I was supposed to be in charge. When I said frog I expected to see him jump. That worked fine for years before Tom finally got to him.”

I sat quietly staring at Sue. I know her so well, her words were just that – words. “You’re right.” I told her. “That’s how your marriage was forever. You barked and everyone jumped – except me. And you know what else? You hated it. Ever since Steve's been warming your butt you’ve been happier in your marriage than I’ve ever seen you. And you damn well know it.”

Sue continued to glare until she finally gave it up with a big sigh. “Sometimes I don’t know which hurts more, the spanking or admitting that Tom Duff is right about something. Neither is very pleasant.”

Dear Sue. She and Tom have spent the better part of 4 decades at crossed swords. But they share one unbreakable bond – me. They both love me and would do anything in the world for me. I know what a lucky woman I have to have them both. Sue will continue to rant about Tom and his terrible, overbearing, dominating ways. She will continue to give him hell, through me, anytime he dares spank me for any reason other than for fun and she will probably continue to advise me to leave him at least once a week. But I know she loves him too. And will be forever grateful to him for rescuing me from a life style that would have killed me young.

As for Tom, his exasperation with Sue is matched only by his thankfulness for her being there for me before he came into my life. He knows that, although we can occasionally find trouble together, she wouldn’t hesitate to tangle with a bear if she had to, to protect me. In fact she has often done that very thing – tangling with Tom when she thought he was being unfair. He will always admire her loyalty and courage.

Come back soon and I’ll share about Allie and Annie.

Ryan has his say

2011-09-18T15:00:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday to me! Actually my birthday was last week but there has been much too much excitement to take the time to write about it. I’m still absorbing it myself. But never fear I will be sharing the details with you soon. I was so pleases to have a birthday greeting from my dear brother Paul – he remembered, and I was just delighted.

Today I am taking a day to rest and catch my breath. I thought it was high time to finish up the story on Allie taking the boat out by herself. Katy also reminded me I never told you what happened to the other girls after out last trip and our ill fated decision to venture into the world of henna tattoos. I haven’t forgotten and I will give you an update soon. Meanwhile you can find the beginning of Allie’s story here.

The next morning, before heading off to work, Tom had woken me with a hard pop to my bottom, a delightful kiss and a stern warning to behave myself. I had no objection to any of the three. I knew I had more than dodged a bullet the day before, and I had no plans to give Tom any reason to be upset with me in the near future.

I was headed to the deck with my coffee the next morning as Allie headed out of her house. How that girl can drink cold Dr. Pepper in the mornings rather than coffee is beyond me, but to each her own. She eased into a chair and I had to grin.

“Little sore dear?” I asked sweetly.

She glared at me for a minute before laughing, “Sore and a boil!” she admitted. “I really enjoy it when Ryan spanks me for fun, but this ‘I’m dead serious and I’m going to spank you until you see it my way’ crap has to stop!”

I nodded in sympathy and full understanding. “I want to hear everything he had to say but first tell me what in the world you were talking about when you left here yesterday. What is it that Sue and I don’t have and you do and you’re not happy about it?”

Allie gave me a blank stare. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She told me. “I didn’t say anything about you guys not having something.”

“Allie! I heard half the conversation right out in my drive way and I’ve been dying to know ever since, don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

“Sorry Cassie, not a clue.”

Grrrrr… I had been wondering all night. “All right, never mind. Just tell me what happened yesterday.”

I’ll let Allie share in her own words but you know I’ll have to slip in my comments along the way.

You know I was really ticked with Ryan yesterday morning, she began. I mean, what was wrong with taking a little time off for fun? But Ryan was a lot madder than I was I guess. He was mad about some of the things I said when I stomped off, he was mad I took the boat out alone and he was really mad about me running out of gas. You know the men – they have to see the dangerous side of everything.

(I could certainly vouch for that!)

I was going to take your advice and try not to make him any madder but one of the first things he said was, “When we get to my house you’re better get your butt in the corner while I take a shower and try to cool off.” I hate standing in the corner! It’s stupid and I told him so. I told him you guys didn’t have to and I shouldn’t have to either! But he said he didn’t care, I did have to.

Suddenly Allie stopped and laughed “That was it Cassie – I said you guys didn’t have to stand in the corner and Ryan said ‘Well you do!’”

I laughed with her, “Mystery solved! Go on.”

I fumed all the way back to his place. I was not standing in any stupid corner and when we got there I told him so.

“You have no right to tell me to do that.” I told him as we came in the door. “It’s stupid and childish! And I won’t do it.”

He just stared at me for a minute before answering me. Finally he said “You are going to stand in that corner and let me tell you why. For ninety-five percent of our relationship we’re equal. I don’t try to boss you or tell you what you can do or not do. But we agreed on a few rules and when you break one of them, then I’m in charge and I’ll handle things the way I see fit. That’s going to include corner time and after that I’m going to spank your butt. Your temper tantrum put you out on the river, drifting, no gas, no way home. If you had forgotten your phone you would have been really screwed, wouldn’t you? You think standing in the corner is childish? You tell me one thing about your actions today that weren’t childish. When you screw up like that you give up your right to say what you will and will not do. Get it?”

“Ahh… Cassie, I knew he was right but I just couldn’t make myself give in. I just stood there glaring at him.”

Finally he said “Fine, I give you your choice in this corner thing.”

Great, I thought, I am going to have some kind of out.

“Here’s the deal. You can stand there with a white butt or a red one – you pick.”

“That’s no choice!” I spat at him.

“Fine” he answered. “Red it is!”

“Don’t even say it Cassie, I know I was stupid, and it gets worse.”

Remember I was just wearing my bathing suit – about zero protection. He pulled me over his knee and started with his hand just about as hard as he could. I was realizing fast that I should have just let him take his stupid shower and calmed down. He was spanking really fast and I finally yelled. “Stop. I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“You’ll do what?” he stopped and asked me.

“I’ll stand in the damn corner!”

I stared at Allie in horror. What on earth had the girl been thinking?

Don’t look at me like that Cassie – I know I’m stupid! Boy I didn’t think he could take that spanking up another notch but he did. “Do you really think this is a good time to start cussing at me?” He wanted to know. I was crying by the time he finished. But when he said “Now get those bottoms off and get in that corner.” I didn’t argue any more.

As I stood there rubbing all I could do was hope and praying that he took a nice long shower. I needed time to recover. I was pretty sure he was going to use that friggin hair brush he has. He only uses it when he’s really pissed and he was. I wasn’t sure I could take it on top of what I had just gotten. I have to admit I wasn’t thinking about why I shouldn’t have taken the boat out. I was really wondering why Tom had ever mentioned spanking to Ryan in the first place and why the hell did I agree to do along with it?

I had to chuckle. I’m sure she has asked herself that more than once.

He didn’t shower every long. I could hear him getting dressed. I heard him come into the room but I didn’t turn around. He finally said “Allie, come over here.”

Cassie, when I turned around he looked so hot! Tight jeans, no shirt, that beautiful six pack, his hair wet and combed back. He was gorgeous except for that hideous black brush he was holding. I went to him and gave him a really good kiss and said “Please Ryan, I’m really sorry. But you’ve already spanked me. Can’t you just forgive me and skip any more. Maybe we could just spend the afternoon in bed.”

He stopped me from kissing him anymore, and told me “You know you’re forgiven but that doesn’t make the spanking you’ve got coming go away.” He took off my bathing suit top. I mean geeze, I was completely naked and he’s more interested in spanking than making love. What’s wrong with him?

“Oh, honey” I interjected. “If you find an answer to that question please tell me. It seems once they decide they’re going to spank nothing changes their minds. And you can trust me, I’ve tried everything!”

We shook our head and the shortcoming in our men and Allie went on. He pulled me over his lap again and then asked me why I was getting spanked. I told him it was because I did something he thought was stupid and dangerous.

“It was stupid and dangerous.” He told me. “Specifically, you cussed at me when I told you no about taking the morning off.” He started with the brush and I was about to jump out of my skin! “I wouldn’t ask you to blow off the restaurant one night on a whim.” I could have told him that that was different - I mean his schedule is more flexible than mine. But I thought just begging him to stop was about all I could handle at the moment. Geeze, Cassie that damn thing really hurts!

I knew it did and I nodded in sympathy.

The next thing he said was that it was also for taking the boat out when I had a rule from him and Dad not to do it. That brush was about to ignite my butt, I didn’t think I could take it. I threw my hand out but I managed to keep from reaching back. Ryan said, “You get that hand in my way and you’ll be sorry. Don’t they know how hard it is not to reach back? I did stop myself but I was kicking some. He put his leg over mine and just kept going. I was just sobbing finally saying I was sorry and I would never do it again. When he stopped he rubbed the back of the brush over my butt. And I just collapsed over his lap.

“There’s one more thing…” he started to say.

“No, please. No more with the brush. I can’t take it!” I told him.

“All right, no more brush.” he agreed. He started rubbing my butt. He was rubbing lightly but it still hurt. He helped me up. “Allie we’re still going to talk about your carelessness. Going off in a huff and not checking the gas put you in real danger. Sometimes there are assholes out on the water that would like nothing better than to find someone like you alone and stranded, if that had happened what would you have done? Tell me that.”

“Cassie that never even occurred to me, I think Ryan has an over developed imagination .”

“He must have caught it from Tom.” I told her, “That man can turn anything into a reason to spank. I could be reading quietly in a chair and he’d decide to spank me for putting myself in danger of getting a paper cut!” Allie and I laughed together but sometime I think there is some truth in it than Tom will admit.

Anyway, Allie went on. He took me around to the back of the couch. Then he started unbuckling his belt. All I could think was ‘no, No, NO!!’ But my thinking wasn’t stopping him. I had to bend over the stupid couch and he swatted me with that belt HARD about five times. I could hear the damn thing whistling through the air. I was about ready to jump the couch when he stopped. That thing left bruises.

When it was over he hugged me and just let me cry. I was sorry about everything, that I’d cussed him, and that I’d taken the boat out alone and that I hadn’t checked the gas. And I was really sorry that I’d gotten spanked for it all.

As she finished her story we sat in silence for a while. I finally told her “I’m really sorry honey. Every time you get a serious spanking I feel so guilty. It’s directly our fault that your relationship is like this. I wish I could take it all back. But you can’t un-ring a bell”

“Cassie! Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare say that or I’ll never tell you one more thing about Ryan and me. You guys brought Ryan into my life! I couldn’t be more grateful, and the spanking part, well most of them I really love too. Even the really hard ones like this are worth it to have Ryan in my life.”

“Besides,” she went on. “He was a real gentleman afterwards and offered to kiss anything that hurt and make it feel all better. And he did!” she told me with a slight blush.

I didn’t tell her right then that I had Tom’s full consent to take the boat out alone. When I told her later she was jealous but decided not to tackle her dad or Ryan for the same privilege.

Well that was one of our summer adventures. Both Allie and Ryan are back at school now and the neighborhood is just not the same without them. Although do manage to have some pretty good times on our own. I’ll definitely work to fine more time to write and keep everyone more up to date. But my birthday present will be occupying my attention too! Perhaps the two, my gift and my need to write, can be combined. You’ll hear from me soon.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

2011-08-23T13:00:00.000-04:00

You can find the beginning of the story here.

How could I have been so stupid? I had told no one I had had an extra boat key made at the beginning of the summer. I hadn’t even used it before that day because Tom had been very relaxed about the boat this summer. It was this past summer he had taken the keys away after one of my solitary jaunts. This was more than just not telling him something. I know Tom, in his mind this was pure defiance and lying, two things of which he is the least tolerant. My mind went numb seeing them in his hand. I was still staring at Tom, not saying anything.

“Cassie, I asked you a question. Where did this key come from?”

My knees felt a little weak and I abruptly sat in the chair, feeling, with dread, the recent round with the wooden spoon. We’ve been married for decades – I can always come up with a somewhat convincing ‘it’s not my fault’ story, but nothing was coming. Nothing. The only thing running through my mind was ‘stupid, stupid, stupid’. I’m no angel but I’m usually pretty good at covering my tracks. In my rush to get Allie I saw the boat key wasn’t hanging in its usual spot and I grabbed my secret key and went. When I got home I hung it in the normal spot not giving it another thought. I continued to stare at Tom without answering.

“Did you have another key made without telling me?” Tom’s eyes and tone demanded an answer.

“Yes.”

I guess that wasn’t much of an answer but it was all I could come up with at the moment.

“When did you have it made?”

“Early this summer.”

My complete lack of defense seemed to be throwing Tom off. He waited another minute then asked, “Did you have this key made so you could sneak off in the boat anytime you felt like it? In case I locked the key away you could just defy me and take it out?”

I couldn’t answer. Tom waited for me to say something else and when I didn’t he picked up the ivory brush from the dresser. I closed my eyes. I felt deep remorse for what I’d done. To many of you it might seem like a very little thing in the long run. But it wasn’t a little thing to Tom. I do things to irritant Tom all the time, often on purpose – more teasing than anything else. But I knew things like this really hurt him. This was the type activities that damaged, however slightly, the true bond of love and trust we have with one another. Maybe that was why I offered no defense.

Tom removed my shorts and panties at the same time. I still offered no protest; I only reached out to hug a pillow to my face as Tom put me over his lap. Tom began spanking hard. It hurt. I know that sounds like stating the obvious but there are many ways to lessen the pain, mentally and physically. I wasn’t trying to use any of them. I was just accepting, I wanted it to hurt. I had hurt Tom and I hate myself when I do that. Tom paused; I knew he couldn’t be finished. He hadn’t even starting talking yet. But Tom stood me up; I brought the pillow with me still sobbing into it.

“Cassie, talk to me.” I wouldn’t look at Tom. He took the pillow and hugged me to his chest. “Talk to me.” he repeated.

I just cried as he held me. I finally go out a gasping “I’m sorry.”

Tom tried to get me to look at him but I just couldn’t. “Girl, what is wrong with you? I know you’re sorry. But this isn’t like you. Tell me what’s going on.” He was right, I wasn’t myself but I really didn’t understand what I was feeling.

“Come on,” he said helping me redress, “I still what to go out on the boat.” I came with him silently as he grabbed the picnic basket. In the boat I took a seat near the front, the farthest from Tom. Willow kept nudging me as we headed out but I was too wrapped up in my thought to ever pet her. During the ride I was digging in my mind. I was trying to grasp what was really bothering me. It certainly wasn’t the spanking – which should have been worse. Tom was acting more concerned than angry, why was I feeling overwhelming sadness?

Giving me time, I think, to gather my thoughts, Tom drove a long way. Eventually I turned to look at him driving the boat and it hit me. The reason I was so upset. As it hit me I began crying again. Tom stopped and secured the boat before coming back to me. He didn’t say anything, he just waited.

“I want to keep my boat key.” I blurted out. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. I don’t think that was what he’d been expecting to hear. “Tom I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. I feel terrible, but when I did it I wasn’t feeling rebellious or sneaky, I felt… I felt young.”

I went on before I lost my nerve. “Tom I’ve taken the boat out alone several times this summer.”

Well that surprised him! Confession may be good for the soul but it’s not something he hears from me very often. He opened his mouth to say something but I rushed on, not really wanting to hear what he had to say. “Let me tell you how it happened then you can have your say.” I took a deep breath and went on. One morning early this summer I got up, ate, read the paper and then headed back to get ready for the day. I walked into the bathroom and there, out of nowhere, was this old, old woman staring at me from the mirror. Oh Tom, it was horrible. I just stared at her wondering how she had snuck up on me so completely unaware.”

“I began putting on my make-up, trying to cover her up. But all I was thinking was ‘that’s what Tom has to wake up to each morning.”

“Cassie, you are…” Tom began.

“Stop.” I told him, “I’m not looking for reassurance I just wanted you to know what happened.” I went on with my story. “I was feeling so bad I went out in the yard to sit with Willow and suddenly I want to go out on the boat – alone. And I just went, well with Willow too. Tom I can’t tell you what it did for me! It was wonderful. I felt young! When I got to back to the house my mood had changed completely. Tom, I felt like ‘me’ on that boat ride, I feel like I did when I was 30. There are no wrinkles on my mind!

“And honey,” I went on, “I know what you’re picturing when you think of me alone out there. You see me giving it full throttle with one hand and a wine bottle in the other going 90 miles an hour while doing figure 8s! And that’s not how it is. I always wear my life vest, not just on, but clipped closed. I take my phone in that little neon, water proof bag that floats and I clip it to my live vest – I even have a spare ID and phone numbers in there.”

I could tell Tom was somewhat surprised by my safety measures but this was still something he was dead set against and I wasn’t sure what he would do. I went on trying to make him understand.

“Tom the freedom I feel on the boat when I take it out does more for my mental health than all the antidepressants taken by all those women at the club combined. It’s the best thing I know to keep that ugly, old woman in the mirror from jumping out and yelling ‘gotch ya’ every time I walk past.”

Tom finally stopped my rambling explanation with a stern “That enough, Cassie. I’m trying to understand what you’re telling me about the boat. But, so help me, if you insult my wife one more time you’ll get your third spanking of the day and it will be way worse than the other two combined. You are the most beautiful thing in my life and you should know that. I’ve never seen a woman who has aged more beautifully than you. I won’t let you talk like that.”

My sweet Tom. He’s sincere. Sometimes I think if his eye sight is that poor he shouldn’t be driving. I would give anything to have a bit of attention from a plastic surgeon on my face and neck – and several other places could used a hand too, but honestly I’d have better luck talking Tom into letting me have my chest tattooed. I said no more about the face in the mirror. I just sat in silence with Tom’s arm around me wondering what he was thinking about all I’d told him.

He wasn’t letting me know anything at the moment. He gave me a brief ‘hmmm…’ and then opened the picnic basket and we ate our bread and cheese and drank our wine and watched the sunset. It was a beautiful ride back home. Tom seemed calm and relaxed as we came in and I felt reasonable certain that my bottom was safe for the evening. After he had slept on all I’d told him, I wasn’t sure what his attitude would be.

I was heading to the bedroom when Tom said from behind me “Here, I think these are yours.” I whirled around. Tom was holding my boat key out to me. I couldn’t believe it. “Honey, you have to know I worry about you all the time, but if those boat rides are doing you that much good I can’t take them from you. Please keep taking all the precautions you were telling me about and one more thing, leave a note in the house letting me know if you are going up or down river and what time you left. Will you promise me that?”

“I… you…”I was nearly speechless. “Yes, of course, you have my word Tom. I can’t believe this.”

Tom hugged me and gave me a kiss. “You are beautiful Cassie, you have to know that. You’re beautiful when we dress up and go out and you’re beautiful when you come in covered in dirt and sweat from your flowers and you’re beautiful when you first wake up each morning. And if you were any younger acting there’s no way I could possible keep up with you. No more talk of mirrors or you won’t be pleased with the results, I promise you.”

I love Tom. I don’t give him enough credit. When I talk to him and really explain myself I can get farther than when I try to sneak around him. Old habits die hard I guess.

I had a message on the machine when we got back. It was from Allie. “I’m coming for coffee in the morning. I’ll tell you about my day. Let’s use the cushion chairs.’”

I had forgotten about poor Allie! But she sounded fine. I was anxious to clear up the mystery of what Sue and I had that she didn’t and why she was upset about it.

I’ll tell you about Allie's story one day soon.

Picky men!

2011-08-21T23:00:00.000-04:00

This story began back here.

We both slowed to a putter and docked safely. Ryan tied my boat securely and then gave me his hand to climb from the boat. As Allie cut her engine I said loudly,

“Thanks Allie.” Turning to Ryan I added “We both needed gas so we decided to go together since you and Tom are so picky about going out on the boat alone.” It might have been a feeble effort but I wanted to try.

“Don’t even start Cassie; I know Allie took the boat out alone. I call Ned at the station. He said you’d been there filling the tanks but he hadn’t see Allie.”

Oh, shoot! And it could have nearly worked too. Allie jumped out of the boat and right into defense – which I didn’t really need.

“Ryan, did you call Tom? You better not have. Cassie was helping me out – you were too busy working today. I wouldn’t have dared called you for help.”

Wooo… I felt like ducking for cover. Ryan looked angry enough without Allie attacking him. He was silent for a long minute just staring at Allie. I’ve noticed lately that Ryan has become quite good at using silence – perhaps something else he’s picked up from Tom. It seemed to cause Allie to lose much of her bravado and drop her eyes.

“I haven’t talked to Tom. You are the only one I want to talk to right now.” He told her.

Oh my, that didn’t sound fortunate for Allie. I stood looking at the two of them. Being a married woman I shouldn’t admit this, but I just think Ryan is the best looking thing! His hair has lightened from being in the sun so much. He is deeply tan from the same. In his sleeveless shirt, his muscles looked so chiseled. Allie is a tall girl but Ryan is taller by several inches. I swear I think he is the only man I ever notice other than my Tom, but at times this beautiful boy has made me blush when I see him. Tom has noticed too and teases me unmercifully about it. But as I watched him now, with his jaw sit, all I could see was a young man who would make a formidable spanker and I didn’t envy Allie for one minute.

“Don’t worry about Tom.” I told them trying to break the tension. “I’ll tell him when he gets home. He won’t be upset.”

“Good.” Ryan answer “I don’t like keeping secrets. I’m no good at it. Allie, you ready to go?” Ryan asked.

“Go where?” Allie asked with hesitation.

“I want to talk to you. Let’s go to my house.”

Allie gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “That’s for coming to my rescue Cassie. But I think I’m screwed now.”

I gave her a squeeze and whispered back “Just don’t make him any madder. Be sweet and tell him you’re sorry.”

I wanted to say something to Ryan, to go easy on her or something but I do occasionally learn from past experience to leave them to work things out between the two of them. I know it’s the only way but it’s hard for me not to meddle.

They walked to the end of my drive hand and hand. They stopped there for a minute to talk and I headed to the house. I couldn’t really hear much of what they were saying when I saw Allie take a step back in shock and loudly stated ‘NO! Cassie and Sue don’t have …’ I couldn’t catch the rest of what she said but I clearly heard Ryan answer with ‘Well you do!’

I was dying to know exactly what they were talking about. It took supreme self control to just go on in the house. I was sure Allie would tell me later. What could she have been talking about? What do Sue and I not have that Allie does that had upset her so. I couldn’t get the mystery off my mind. I was hoping to hear from Allie later in the afternoon but I hadn’t by the time Tom got home.

I greeted him as he arrived. We talked for a minute as I fixed him a glass of sweet tea – the house wine of the south. As we settled down on the deck to talk, I started right in on my day. I know he wouldn’t have really minded me going to help Allie but I wanted to tell him up front and not have someone else spill the beans.

“I did something today you don’t approve of, but it couldn’t be helped.” I began.

“And want was that?” My sweet husband asked instantly.

“I took the boat out by myself. Now just keep that spanking hand still.” I hastened to tell him as his eyes got that squinty, annoyed look. “I had to and here’s why…” I proceeded to tell Tom the whole story. “So,” I concluded, “I couldn’t leave the poor child stranded in the river. But we both got back safe and sound. You’re not mad are you?”

“Hmmm…” Tom began noncommittally. “I think Ryan needs to warm that little girl’s behind.”

“Well you just stay out of it.” I told him. “I sure from being under your tutelage Ryan has certainly thought of that himself. I haven’t seen Allie all afternoon since Ryan took her to ‘talk’.”

“Now as for you young lady…”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” I interrupted.

“Cassie I’m glad you were here to help Allie out but you should have called Ryan or someone to go with you. You should have called me to let me know what was going on. I’m not mad, Allie needed help and I’m happy you were able to help her, I’m just pointing out that you still didn’t have to go alone.”

“She didn’t want Ryan to know.” I pointed out. Tom’s look told me that excuse didn’t hold much water with him. “And I didn’t call you because you would have been all upset over nothing and trying to take charge of the rescue from 50 miles away. I just went and got her – problem solved.”

Tom held out a hand and we went into the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. “I don’t know. I still wish you’d called me to let me know what was going on. Wait…” Tom turned to look directly at me with piercing eyes, “Where were you when I called you?”

For goodness sakes, I’d been good as gold and he was going to find something picky to fuss about. “I was getting gas.” I repeated not quite meeting his gaze.

“For the car or the boat?” Tom asked, coming directly to the point.

“The boat – but I didn’t lie to you Tom. I told you I was getting gas; you can’t be upset with…”

“I am upset. Cassie you know that’s kind of deception that annoys me. Why didn’t you just tell me then what was going on. Did you think I’d tell you not to go get Allie?”

“I was in a hurry thinking about getting to her. I didn’t want to go into it all.”

Tom had quit listen by that time. I hate being in the kitchen when he decides it time for an impromptu spanking. Wooden spoons are not my friends. Tom tucked me under his arm and proceeded to address the seat of my shorts with some unnecessarily hard swats. If you aren’t familiar with the feel of being spanked with a wooden spoon let me point out that it carries a lot of power in each swat and that all the sting lands in one small spot.

I was rubbing for dear life when he let me up. “That hurt.” I couldn’t help exclaiming.

“Cassie, don’t keep things from me. That’s the bottom line. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes.” I answered shortly, turning away.

Tom wasn’t really angry and he pulled me into a big hug. Resting his head on top of mine he said “How about taking some bread and cheese and wine and have a picnic on the boat. Would you like that?”

My bottom was still stinging but the evening he was planning sounded too good to waste time pouting. “If you’ll leave that horrible spoon here you have a date.” I told him. I’ll be ready in a minute. I left Tom pulling out picnic supplies and I headed to our room.

It seemed like only a few minutes when I heard Tom at the bedroom door. He spoke calmly but the words crashed in my ears all the same.

“Cassie Jane, where did this boat key come from?”

Oh no!

My boat key, the spare I had had made without Tom’s knowledge, my keys to freedom that I NEVER wanted Tom to know about, the one he would kill me for having it he ever found out, was dangling from his hand.

Allie has a temper

2011-08-19T01:00:00.001-04:00

I’ve wanted to write for quite a while now. I’m enjoying my summer to the utmost. Tom has taken enough time off work to keep me mostly satisfied. We’ve done a little traveling, had some visitors and enjoyed the river to the fullest. And, as always, it’s been a joy having Allie and Ryan here.

Believe it or not I have managed to stay out of trouble for long stretched this summer. Oh now I’ve managed to land on Tom’s bad side a time or two but I’m still standing (if not always sitting). My sweet Allie is a doll and rarely gets herself into trouble but we have a few things in common. Those things include a very low tolerance for being ignored by our men and the tendency to fall into a temper with that happens. Perhaps in the throes of that temper our best judgment does not always come to the forefront.

I do try to stay out of their squabbles. For one thing I love them both so much I always find myself torn. In addition to that, Tom often promises to warm my fanny if I don’t stop meddling. But there are occasions when I get pulled in before I know it.

For some reason the other day Allie got it into her head that she wanted Ryan to take off work and spend the day with her. Although it’s not an official business yet Ryan stays extremely busy with lawn maintenance and landscaping for many in our neighborhood. He has his days, even his weeks, planned out to keep everything running smoothly. So when Allie decided she wanted a day for just the two of them, Ryan didn’t feel like he was at a place where he could just drop everything and indulge her.

Allie is usually a very sensible girl but, when Ryan turned down what she made a very attractive offer, she got mad. I later learned she had hurled some very unkind words his way and stormed off to her home. Allie’s two best girlfriends work days while she has her waitress job in the evening, so they weren’t around to commiserate. Sue was out of town for the day and I was at the dentist. Poor Allie didn’t even have a car at here disposal that day. I really wish I’d been around. I’m sure having a sympathetic ear could have kept her from flying off the handle but as it was, she let her hurt feelings and anger over come her good sense.

Allie’s choice was to head off in the boat by herself. Now Allie’s no more allowed to go boating by herself than I am. This is her parents rule mostly but Ryan agrees with it completely. And as most of you know at 20 your boyfriend’s wishes often carries more weight than those of your parents. But Allie must have been thinking of neither as she roared off in a huff. Having done this on occasion myself I fully understand how she was feeling. But one thing I know for sure – don’t drive off in the boat mad until you see how much gas you have!

I hadn’t been home from the dentist long when I got a call from Allie.

“Cassie! Thank God you’re home. I need help!”

“Gracious child, where are you?” I asked with fear clutching my heart.

“No, sorry, I’m fine, but I took the boat out for a run and I’ve run out of gas. I don’t want Daddy or Ryan to know I went out alone. Daddy will ground me and never let me out on the boat again and Ryan will…”

“Say no more. I have the picture. Where are you?” She had gone a long way. “All right honey, I’m leaving now but I’ll have to go fill our tanks before heading your way. It’s going to be a while. Are you going to be all right?”

“I’ll be fine, but hurry!” She pleaded.

I knew she was in little danger one the water but I also knew the panic she was feeling about getting back without anyone knowing. I was having the gas cans filled, as well as our boat when Tom called as he often does at lunch time.

“Hey Sweetie, how’s your day going? Are you home?” he greeted me.

“No honey, remember I had the dentist this morning. I’m just getting gas now.” I told him, being 100% truthful. How your morning been?”

We chatted on for a while. I knew he would certainly not mind me rescuing Allie but there was no time to get into it over the phone. “I need to go now Tom, I don’t want to be talking and driving. Will you be on time tonight?” After assuring me he would we hung up and I roared off to help my girl.

Allie seemed thrilled to see me. We tied up together and I transferred the gas cans to her. While she was gassing up her phone rang but she ignored it. A few minutes later her phone chimed that she had a text. Sighing she looked at it.

“It’s Ryan.” She acknowledged. “He just said ‘Where are you?’”

Allie texted furiously for a second, looking up at me she said “I told him it was none of his business and that if he had wanted to know where I was today he could have spent the day with me.”

“Are you trying to make him madder?” I asked worried.

“Well you and Sue always say the best defense is a good offense.”

Heaven help her if she continues to use Sue and me as role models. About that time my phone rang. I looked to see who was calling and nodded at Allie’s worried look. I didn’t answer it.

“Come on Cassie we have to get back or my Ryan is going to blister my ass.”

Gratefully her engine began with no trouble and we headed home. As we finally rounded the last bend in the river before home I was in the lead. My heart sank as I saw Ryan standing on the dock. I glanced back at Allie and she nodded to let me know she’d seen him.

I'll be back soon with more of the story.

A little fantasy

2011-07-23T01:00:00.000-04:00

No false pretenses now, this isn't one of my stories. This little fantasy was sent to me by a friend and it was just too good not to share.

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. when his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .

"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

So now you know why Sue and I enjoy flying so much!

How does he do it?

2011-07-14T02:00:00.003-04:00

What a wonderful summer we're having. Tom is working as much as ever but we are still getting time together. Ryan finished his short internship at Tom’s firm and seems more than happy to be back out in the summer heat working to get the beginnings of his future landscaping business up and running. The way the neighborhood has that poor boy running I think he will be well sought after when he graduates. Now he has the back breaking, and extremely hot, work of mowing and tending flower gardens. I’m happy to say, though, that he has adopted a siesta lifestyle. He will stop in the hottest part of the day for a swim with Allie and some rest in the shade.

I personally have been so good that there has been little to write about. I haven’t taken the boat out by myself one single time (that Tom knows about), and rarely at all. He’s stern admonishment at the beginning of the summer, ‘do not drink if I don’t put the drink in your hand’ has not been difficult to abide by. You see when we last stocked up on wine I positioned myself so that I put each bottle away as Tom unpacked it. Every drop of wine in those bottles was handed to me by my dear husband and thus, fair game!

Now don’t worry. Sue and I usually limit ourselves to one or two glasses in the afternoon and I’m pretty sure Tom knows. But truly I have been good and while I know Tom appreciated the effort I think he gets bored if I behave too well for too long. When this happens I think he sometimes gets picky and begins looking for reasons for a sound spanking. Goodness knows why, we have plenty of fun ones but then for no reason he gets all stern.

Here’s a case in point. Sue and I had plans to go to a pottery/craft show last week. Tom knew we were going. I didn’t really know what time we were planning to leave but that morning Sue called early – right after Tom left on his run. “How soon can you be ready? Let’s go to breakfast before we shop.”

I told her to come on as soon as she was ready and I’d hurry. I kept thinking Tom would be back before we left but evidently he was on a long run. Being a prefect wife I left him a note,

‘Tom,
Sue and I left early for breakfast. We’ll be home around one.
Love you,
Cassie’

We were headed out the door when Sue began fussing at me, “You’re not planning to carry that suitcase around all day are you? We’re going to be walking a lot and you’re gonna break you back.”

Sue is always making fun of my pocketbook and claiming I carry everything but the kitchen sink. It’s certainly not true but for this particular outing I realized she was right and quickly changed to a smaller bag.

We had a great day. The weather had cooled off and the crafts at this show were amazing. I love the craft shows where you can visit with the artist. We talked with many and got to watch them create some of the lovely pottery that they were selling. We bought a few things, had a big lunch and arrived home around two. Sue let me off and headed on home without coming in.

That was probably for the best. Tom was not in a good mood. I could tell that the minute I walked in. Tom came over and kissed me but it wasn’t a lingering one. “Where have you been?”

“Where have I been? You know Sue and I were going to the craft show today. And I left you a note this morning. You know exactly where I’ve been.” I told him somewhat bewildered.

“You’re late. You said you’d be home at one.”

I couldn’t figure out what had put the bee in his bonnet. “I think I said around one and it’s not even two so that’s around one. Would you be mad if I’d come home around twelve?” I was starting to get aggravated.

“That’s enough, Cassie Jane.” Tom told me in his sternest voice.

‘Enough’, ‘Cassie Jane’ what was going on? He was really upset and I knew it wasn’t because I’d been a little late.

“Tom, what are you mad about?” I ask, truly not understanding.

“I’m not mad.” He stated shortly, “But you know one of the rules of this house is that you will not leave without your cell phone. I come back home this morning, you’re not here. The cell phone is and then you breeze in here late acting as if nothing’s wrong.”

Bingo! I finally found was had gotten him upset. Hidden in that statement was the real reason of his annoyance, him coming home and I wasn’t here. It bugs him to death. That was what had started all this, but I realized he was planning to spank me for not taking my phone – chalk another one up to ‘It’s really Sue’s fault.’ She was the one who made me change my purse and I just forgot the phone.

“Tom you know I always have my phone with me these days. I haven’t forgotten it in months. Now you just calm down and I’ll tell you all about the craft show.”

I was talking to myself. Tom took my hand and led me to the bedroom, with me protesting all the way! I had not done anything wrong, not really. That didn’t stop him for a minute. I was quickly bare bottomed and over his lap. He spanked with his hand and I know in my head that it wasn’t even that hard but I was fighting him mentally the whole time and that always makes it hurt more.

He stopped but before letting me up he said “I’ve told you before, being without your cell phone will get you spanked every time. I don’t what you to forget that.”

I hate cell phones! I wish the damn things had never been invented! The spanking hadn’t been harsh but neither had it been a good girl. I was still annoyed and very quiet when he let me up. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head, but now I was the one annoyed. I hate feeling this way after a spanking but I couldn’t help it.

Tom went about his afternoon and I took on the job of completely avoiding him and muttering to myself about his unfairness. Around four, Steve and Sue came over. Tom, Steve and Ryan, who had joined us, were in the yard chipping golf balls while Sue and Allie and I sat on the deck. We watched the men and they listening to me gripe. Both Sue and Allie were properly sympathetic. Sue continued on her old theme ‘You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit and why don’t you throw his ass out?’ It’s her way of showing support and as always we ignored what she was saying until she came to the following phrase, “He just need to cool down.” She was exactly right. He did need to cool down.

Do you ever do something and the instant you do, you are stunned by your own actions? What’s what I felt almost as soon as I turn the lawn sprinklers on. I couldn’t believe my own actions. I heard the men bellow and watched them sprint to the house. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

They were soaked when they reached the deck. Everyone was staring at me in disbelief, even Sue and Allie. I made a grasp at behaving like any mature woman who was completely justified in going what she had done, I blamed Sue.

“I… I… Sue said Tom needed to cool down.” I stammered.

Sue was on her feet in a flash at my treachery. “You’re trying to blame me?

I’m sure the rest of what she had to say would have been most interesting but I wasn't around to hear it. Tom, now with a slight smile on his face, grabbed me with one wet had and marched me through the house to the bedroom. He picked up the school ruler – that darn thing is heavy and stings like hell. I was quickly pulled across Tom’s wet lap for my second spanking in two hours.

“Wait!” I yelled in a panic. “Tom you didn’t close the door! Close it, close it!” Tom had our suite soundproofed when we redid the house. While I know everyone on the deck was fully aware of what was happening, I still didn’t want them hearing it.

“I wasn’t the only one you just tried to drown.” Tom told me flatly, “Maybe they would like to hear you get your comeuppance!”

I couldn’t believe him! My embarrassment didn’t slow him for one minute. I know the pop that ruler makes could have been heard next door and I wasn’t exactly silent myself.

“Owww, Owww! Stop!” I couldn’t help shouting. He was spanking fast and hard. I finally managed to throw in a few ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I won’t ever do it again’ as his finally came to a stop.

Tom was in a fine mood now and he was laughing as he helped me to my feet and gave me a big hug. “Girl what am I going to do with you? Sometimes I think you’d spit in the devil’s face.”

“I thought I just did.” I told him sourly and I tried to rub the sting away. “You could have shut the door.”

Tom laughed at me again, “And you could have behaved yourself. Now you go out there and apologize to Steve and Ryan and Sue while you’re at it. Imagine trying to blame that sweet woman for your bad behavior. "And one more thing", Tom continued before I could get my indignant sputtering to come out in words, “whatever else you may do – don’t ever change. I do love you.”

What am I going to do with him? He can spank me for no reason, as many times a day as he feels like. Embarrass me in front of my friends. Order me to apologize when I don’t want to and laugh at me in the bargain. Yet with one smile, one touch, just the sparkle in his eyes and I could just melt with love for him. How does he do it? I guess I'll never know, but he’s a master at it.

The results of poor decisions

2011-06-22T02:00:00.003-04:00

This story began way back here. I hope you don't mind this post being a little longer than usual I wanted to wrap up my part of the story here.

When I came back in the door Tom was hanging up the phone, he had a dark look on his face. “That was Steve.” He told me. “We need to talk Cassie Jane. I want to know what’s the matter with you!”

I was so mad at Steve! He is the biggest tattle-tale I know and it makes me furious. “What business is it of Steve’s?” I demanded.

“What business is it of Steve’s?” Tom exclaimed, “Sue’s his wife! When you all behave in such a reckless manor, it concerns us! You both knew better. You all knew better, even Allie. Whose idea was this anyway? Obviously none of you were thinking!”

“Tom, please don’t be so stuffy. No one’s ever going to know. To be perfectly honest it was Allie’s idea originally, but Sue and I did kinda push Annie into it.”

“Allie’s idea? She can’t even drink.”

That made me mad, “We didn’t do it because we had been drinking!” I told him indignantly.

“Well I should hope not.” Tom said sternly. “You could have all been in serious trouble with the police.”

“Tom you’re just being ridiculous! They aren’t even real. What do the police have to do with anything?”

“Cassie, what are you talking about?” Tom’s annoyance seemed to be turning to bewilderment.

“What are YOU talking about?” I asked. I knew we hadn’t done anything arrest worthy and it suddenly dawned on me that we had been talking about to totally separate things. I could certainly sense that this was not going to turn out well.

Tom began, “I’m talking about you girls driving home with not only one, but four open liquor bottles in the car! For pity sake you had the wine and the vodka on ice! Steve found it all when he unloaded the car.”

“Tom! We never drank one drop in the car! Honey, we would never do that! But they had to be in the car. Sue’s Lexus doesn’t have a trunk. We just stuck things in where they’d fit.”

“They had to be in the car?” Tom asked somewhat sarcastically. “Cassie you could have just left them behind or poured them down the drain.”

Pour out perfectly good liquor? Now I was bewildered.

“You all know it’s illegal to have open liquor in a car. And what did you mean it’s not even real. I can’t see you girls buying fake booze?”

Oh Lord. Thoughts were crashing through my mind at train wreck speed. Why didn’t I just let him fuss about one thing at the time without jumping in? Why in the hell hadn’t I shown him the tattoo last night? Why had I gotten the stupid thing in the first place? Why had I married a man who spanks? How does one go about faking amnesia? Unfortunately, no answers were forthcoming.

“Now Tom, just calm down. I’m sorry about the liquor in the car but I wasn’t driving and it wasn’t my car. I just never thought about it. But … well, you see… ummmm… we were being silly one evening and … now there just pretend, not permanent…”

“Cassie Jane, what are you trying your best not to tell me?”

Deep breath. “We each got a small henna tattoo. But it will come off!” I rushed on.

“You – did – what?” Tom’s words were becoming more clipped, not a good omen. “Show me.”

What could I do? Holding up my shirt I pulled down the waist band of my trousers to reveal the offending piece of art. How is it that after decades of marriage Tom still manages to surprise me? He was furious at the sight of the tattoo, but it didn’t come from the tattoo itself.

“Good Grief!” I heard Tom exclaim. “Who put that on you?”

Who? I had no idea who. Tom had come over and taking my arm and my waist band and was evidently staring intently at the tattoo. “I don’t know his name, just some man that worked there.”

I felt Tom’s grip tighten on my arm. “Some man? You walked into a tattoo parlor, bent over what – a table, and pulled your pants down for ‘some man’ to draw on you?”

“Tom! I never did any such thing! It’s on my back!”

“I can see where it is, Cassie!” Tom thundered. Tom’s not one to shout, but he was shouting then. “I’m going outside. I’ll be back in 10 minutes and that thing better be washed off.”

Tom released me and headed to the door. “I can’t.” I managed to croak out. Tom turned to stare at me. “It comes off but it has to wear off. It takes about two weeks.” I told him, my voice trailing off at the end.

Tom said nothing more. He walked out onto the back deck headed to the yard. A chair was in his direct path and in one quick movement he grabbed it and flung it to the other side of the deck. I was in shock. Tom is so controlled; he never shows anger in public. Not even in his own back yard. I looked across the way and saw Allie and Ryan on Allie’s deck. They had seen Tom throw the chair and they were both staring in wonder.

I felt horrible. I didn’t know whether to go after him and try to talk or whether I needed to give him some space. I wasn’t anxious for a continuation of our current conversations so I stayed inside and watched as Tom stormed down to the water’s edge. Several minutes passed and I saw Ryan follow him. Allie headed to our house but I stepped to the door and shook my head ‘no’. She looked worried but turned back to her house.

Tom and Ryan talked for several minutes, and then Tom turned and headed back to the house. There was no doubt he was still angry but the fury seemed to have left him. He picked up the boat key and said quietly to me, “You go wait for me in the bedroom. Don’t answer the phone unless it’s me.”

I couldn’t make myself move for a moment. I stood where I was and watched Tom and Ryan take off in the boat. I was pretty shaken up, I never expected Tom to be so upset. Annoyed surely but not to this extent. I had no idea how long he would be gone. I lay on the bed and hugged Tom’s pillow to me. Nearly an hour later I heard him come in. I sat up still clutching his pillow.

Tom sat in the chair opposite me. He waited a long time, then finally said “I’m not too happy with you right now girl.” He paused again. “I want you to know that Ryan must love you a great deal. He convinced me that coming home with the open liquor was basically Sue’s doing and that should be handled between Sue and Steve. However, you knew perfectly well it was illegal and you should have said something.”

Tom got up and walked to the dresser. I still hadn’t said a word; I just didn’t know what to say. He had seemed so angry before. I closed my eyes for a minute as he picked up the ivory brush. He came to sit on the bed and pulled me across his lap. I was still dressed and somewhat surprised at being so. He picked up the brush and with no warm-up at all he started out fast and hard. I don’t know, nor do I want to know, what that would have felt like on bare skin. Only by clutching the pillow for dear life was I able to keep from reaching back. I tried to be quiet but it was impossible.

It didn’t last very long really. Standing me up he walked back to the dresser and replaced the brush and turned back toward me. “Now get those pants off, panties too.” He said quietly. I hated doing that myself but I didn’t argue. I tried not to even wonder what was coming next. The simple act of removing my slacks was painful. My bottom throbbed yet I knew we weren’t finished.

Standing half naked before Tom, in the mood he was in, I felt great embarrassment and dread as well and a burning bottom. My heart sank as I watched Tom reach to unbuckle his belt. With a simple shift of his eye he instructed me over the bed. I bent over, once again grabbing the pillow. I jumped a bit as he ran his hand over my flaming backside. I felt Tom lift my shirt and I knew once again he was staring at the tattoo. Seconds later two searing licks found the top of my thighs.

“Cassie I realized this that this began as a misguided prank. But even as a joke you know how I feel about the idea of a tattoo – even a temporary one. It’s not the tattoo itself but everything about this that I’m upset about. You leave this house to go off with Sue and the other and you lose all common sense.” Two more hard swats made me squirm. “I understand that Allie got hers first and I know you all scolded her for it. But then instead of behaving like mature women you get drunk and do exactly the same thing!”

“Tom, that’s not true! I didn’t get drunk.” Owww, owww, owww! Evidently it was not the best time for me to talk. The belt caused me to swallow the rest of my denial. But Tom continued.

“Do you mean to tell me you did that when you were stone cold sober?” He asked in a stern tone. Oh my, that question fits well with ‘Are you still beating your wife?’ You can’t give an answer that’s not going to get you hung!

“You were ‘under the influence’ and you know it.” They swats had slowed, but they were just as intense. Tom went on, “Now you listen to me because I want you to be clear about what I’m saying.” Good grief, no one could have more attention than I was pay to Tom at the moment!

“One, if you are with Sue or anyone else that getting ready to break the law either stop them or step away. Do not go along.”

“Two, do not drink if I don’t put the drink in your hand. I suppose this isn’t a rule I’ve been consistent about but you better listen now. I’ll have no more stunts like this.”

“And three, I’ll not have deception. You should have told me what you did the minute you got home. All that last night about wanting to make love in the dark, that was nothing but pure deceit. I’ll not tolerate that from you Cassie. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”

Oh, he was clear all right! Each point had been accompanied with 3 firm swats. I took a sigh of relief as Tom dropped the belt on the bed next to me. I heard him open the drawer and take out the lotion. I nearly leaped across the bed as he firmly rubbed it in. My goodness I can’t remember when I’ve been so raw and tender! Tom helped me up and held me for a long time. But then he held me at arm’s length.

“Look at me,” he said quietly. “When you went in that place, when you bent over and lowered your pants – even an inch, and allowed another man to put his hands on you for any reason, I want you to know that I’m disappointed in you. That hurt me Cassie.”

It would have been less painful if he had just stabbed me in the heart. An hour long spanking with the brush couldn’t have been half a painful. I hadn’t really cried during the spanking but that statement and the look on his face had me bawling. Tom held me again as I sobbed. He knew that last blow had been painful for me, it was for him too, but he needed to say it.

I think it was our total love and devotion to one another that had caused me to never once consider how that would seem to Tom. My goodness I could walk naked – even when I was young and beautiful – through the best looking men on the planet and all I would be doing would be looking for Tom.

Tom lay with me on the bed until I cried myself to sleep. As usual, after something like this, I was wiped out. I slept a good long while. When I woke Tom was sitting on the bed smiling at me. “Willow and I want to go on a picnic. Will you join us?” I quickly got up and dressed. Tom held my hand and Willow pranced beside us as we headed for the boat. I was aware of the feeling of total relief and complete forgiveness, that’s the true joy of our life style.

The doctor’s appointment was postponed and Tom never mentioned the tattoo again. As a matter of fact I don’t believe the word with be spoken by either of us again! I owe a special thanks to Ryan who took Tom out for a beer (although not Tom's usual drink of choice) to calm him down a bit before he confronted me.

I thanked Ryan sincerely later but couldn't help adding "Couldn't you talk him out of spanking me completely?"

Ryan hugged me as he said, "I'm not Chris Angel, Cassie. I don't think there was enough magic in the world to have pulled that off."

None of us girls got off Scott free, not even Annie. But there's plenty of time to tell you about the other girls later.

Homecoming

2011-06-19T02:00:00.001-04:00

This story started back here.

I tried to put worrying out of my mind for the rest of the trip. I did sincerely commission Allie and Annie to tackle me should I decide in a moment of weakness to have another tattoo done or have something pierced. We continued to enjoy ourselves through for the rest of our trip, shopping, dining, bike riding, swimming, a bit of sightseeing and we even took in a movie. But I was still happy on our last day thinking about getting home to Tom.

On our last day we took Annie to catch her afternoon flight home and we finally arrived home around nine in the evening. My goodness I believe Tom was as happy to see me as I was to see him. I got a delightful greeting before he even helped unload, Willow waited impatiently for her turn with ‘mom’ also. Ryan and Steve were waiting with Tom, but with a quick flurry of good-bys we each headed off to be alone with the man of our choice.

The night air was a perfect temperature; Tom led me to the deck and pulled me down to sit on his lap in our loveseat/swing. I have to say that curling up on his lap, resting against Tom’s chest with his arms around me is as close to heaven as I expect to be in this lifetime. He wanted to know all about the trip, and I gave him a quick overview of everything I wanted him to know at the moment. I knew I would have to tell him about the silly tattoo before we headed to bed but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

I asked him about his week. I had to laugh a little at the picture he painted – working extra days to combat the lonely meals and an empty bed. “You poor thing!” I told him. “Now you know how I feel when I can’t go along on one of your business trips.” It was wonderful being home. I felt positively blissful in Tom’s arms. I took a deep breath preparing to shatter the bliss with the news of the tattoo when Tom managed to shatter it first.

“I worked over this week so I can go with you to your doctor’s appointment Tuesday.”

“MY WHAT!” I sat up with a jerk.

“Why girl, what’s the matter? You’ve known about this appointment for more than 6 months. You spend so much time in the sun I want the dermatologist to check you out at least once a year.”

My mind was racing like lightening. I had to get this thing off before Tuesday and before Tom saw it. Surely something would remove it. I had to get on the computer first thing in the morning and find a way. Tom would be mad enough when he saw it, but the idea of having others see it. You just don’t know Tom. To have his wife viewed by other – even those sworn to secrecy – as less than ladylike would cause Tom to blow a gasket! But how was I going to get through the night and the next few days without him seeing. This wasn’t something he could miss.

Tom was still looking at me curiously. “What’s the matter?” he wanted to know.

“It’s nothing,” I said hastily, burying my face back in his chest. “I just forgot. I have plans for Tuesday. Couldn’t we postpone it?”

“What plans? We can’t change this it takes months to get an appointment.”

“It’s all right. I just forgot. I’ll change my plans.”I quickly agreed, not wanting to make him any more suspicious. We sat a while longer silently watching the night. Well I suppose that was what he was doing. I was just praying he couldn’t feel my heart racing. I had to get through bedtime and the next morning so I could find something to get this albatross off my back!

Not much was coming to me as we eventually got up and headed toward the bedroom. I lingered in the bathroom going through my nightly toiletries until Tom called from the bed that he was getting lonely again. Taking a deep breath I came into the bedroom wearing a nightgown – I rarely wear one and I saw a puzzled look on Tom’s face. In desperation I flipped the light switch putting us into darkness.

“Wait, I want to see you.” Tom exclaimed, turning on his bedside lamp.

I crawled in bed and kissed him while reaching for his lamp. Turning it off I said, “Let’s pretend we can’t see. I think we need to feel our way through this.”

Tom laughed but didn’t argue as he removed my gown without the aid of sight. He returned my kisses with enthusiasm. After assuring himself, by feel, that I was in one piece, Tom pulled me across him and began peppering my backside with firm hand spanks. This was a long standing ritual in my homecomings so I wasn’t surprised. But as usual I protested and asked why I was being spanked.

Tom laughed “I’m sure you know better than I do. Tell me girl, is there anything you need to confess to me about this trip?”

Oh wouldn’t that have been the best time to come clean. I mean really, did I think I could get away with this much longer? Unfortunately thinking ahead and reaching a foregone conclusion has never been my strong suite. Avoidance at the moment is usually as far as I get.

“Nope,” I lied “I was my usual perfect self.”

Tom continued to spank for a while, but gradually his hands began to wander in wonderfully intimate fashion. The feelings he had sent me off with, completely unfulfilled, a few days before were rekindled in an instant. There, in the totally darkness using every sense except sight, we made love until we were both satisfied and exhausted.

The next morning I got up shortly after Tom left on his run. I didn’t want to. I could have slept until noon. But since I had been gone I knew that there was a good chance Tom would be returning to bed after his run. As much as I would have enjoyed that, I knew for sure I wouldn’t be able to keep my secret then. So I was up and dressed when he returned.

“Well this is a surprise.” Tom said finding me up. “Let’s go to breakfast.”

When we got home Tom gravitated to his office and I got on the computer for my research – with no luck what-so-ever. I even called several pharmacies but no one seemed to know any way to help me. By late morning I was filled with dread. I knew I had to tell Tom, but I put it off for just a little while longer by taking Willow for a walk.

When I came back in the door Tom was hanging up the phone, he had a dark look on his face. “That was Steve.” He told me. “We need to talk Cassie Jane.”

'The Aftermath of Allie's decision' or 'It's all Allie's Fault'

2011-06-15T01:00:00.001-04:00

This story begins back here.

Sue, Annie and I all stared in horror. Despite my teasing Tom that I’m going to get a tattoo one of these days, I am not really a fan of body art and certainly not on Allie. “Oh Allie,” I said coming closer, “what have you done? Ryan’s going to kill you! Please tell me this washed off.”

“Come on Cassie, its beautiful! You know this is a trip I want to remember.” Allie seemed totally unfazed by our horror.

Sue came closer also. “Ryan is going to whip your butt and so will your parents when they see.” Oh dear, I hadn’t even considered her parents yet. “And,” Sue went on “even after he gets over the initial shock, that thing will be staring him in the face every time he puts you over his knee. It’ll make him mad every time he sees it. You’re nuts!”

I tossed back the drink I’d been fixing and made another. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I was extremely annoyed! Allie was smarter than this. She came over to me. “You’re really mad aren’t you?” she wanted to know.

“I am.” I told her, “All the men are going to be upset over this, not to mention your parents. I imagine you’ll never get to come with us again.”

Allie looked around at all of us. “It’s alright girls,” she finally relented. “It’s henna.”

I just stared not understanding what she was saying. “It’s henna.” She repeated. “It’s not permanent! It’ll fade away within a week or two. Honest.”

“Are you sure?” I asked grabbing her arm. I needed reassurance.

“Yes, Cassie” she laughed. “I’m not getting a real tattoo, I promise.”

I was trying to breathe again as Sue stood there still looking cross. “All right, I say we all hold her down and take turns beating her butt ourselves.” She suggested.

Allie laughed and headed off to change for supper. The three of us sighed with relief. Allie was surely adding a spark to our trip. I just didn’t want things to catch fire. I was so relieved over what I thought was a real bullet we dodged that we were in fine humor at the restaurant. We, those over 21, ordered drinks and then appetizers. It was Annie who began telling old war stories. She began telling Allie of some of the things we had done on past girls trips. The stories go back for decades! We laughed over our trip to Bermuda and Mexico (although the guys were technically along on that one). Sue and Annie went into entirely too much detail on our trip that to the adult toy store. And we howled over some of the exploits that I’ve never even shared here. We were enjoying ourselves so much I was afraid the restaurant was going to ask us to leave.

Sue and I had perhaps over indulged a bit on the drinking but we were all together and walking so there was no real harm. That is until we passed a little shop and Allie pointed to it, “That where I got the tattoo.”

We stood staring for a minute. I could almost feel Sue’s grin come to her face as one came to mine. She looked over at me “One for all and all for one.” I exclaimed. “We can’t let Allie be in trouble all by herself!”

“I concur” Sue announced. And the two of us headed in leaving our somewhat clearer thinking friends to scramble after us in a panic.

“What are you doing?” Allie asked in a frightened tone.

“We’re all getting your tattoo!” I told her.

“Who’s this ‘we’ shit you’re talking about? I’m not doing anything of the kind!” Annie insisted.

“Yes you are!” Sue maintained, taking her arm “You can’t be chicken shit all your life. It’ll come off! It will come off?” Sue asked again turning to Allie. “Hell, your husband doesn’t even spank!” Sue told her a little louder than necessary.

“Yes, it comes off.” Allie was saying. “But you all can’t do that! Tom and Steve will kill you before it has a chance to wear off!

Ignoring what she was saying I walked Allie to the counter, turned her around and lifted her shirt. Gleefully I told the man at counter, “We’ll all have what she’s having!”

Let me just say here that friends who have not been indulging in drink need to take a much firmer stance with their friends who have. That did not happen in this case and within the hour we were all back out on the street with matching henna tattoos. All I can say is that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

In the sober light of day, I must say that I viewed things a bit differently. I woke with a vague feeling something wasn’t quite right. As I came fully awake my memory suddenly became clear, but for an instant I prayed it was just a dream. It wasn’t. I was standing naked before the mirror, twisting to see my back when my phone rang. Tom called every morning if he hadn’t heard from me by 9:00.

“Morning sweetie, how’s my girl?” Tom greeted me.

“Hey honey, I… I’m fine.” I stammered closing my eyes to the view in the mirror. “How are things at home?”

“Fine.” He answered slowly, and then continued “what’s wrong?”

Good Lord, can’t that man ever give it a rest? “Tom what’s the matter with you? I’m just fine.” I answered trying to make sure my voice sounded normal.

“What have you girls been up to?” he asked sternly.

To head him off I told him we had gone to the water park to pick up men. I had him laughing before I told him we were all heading out and that I needed to hang up. I realized that telling him about the tattoo would take a delicate touch. I certainly needed to lead with ‘it’s not real, it will come off’ but somehow I wasn’t sure that would matter at the moment.

Our Trip takes off!

2011-06-09T02:00:00.003-04:00

This story began back here.

Our trip was off to a great start with Allie trying to talk us all into getting tattoos. “Awwww… come on guys,” she continued. Turning to me she pressed, “Cassie really, you can get a tiny one somewhere that Tom won’t see.”

“And just where on my body, young lady, do you think Tom doesn’t see?” I asked indigently.

“That’s right, Allie. I know for a fact the man dust her for fingerprints every night. Nothing escapes his notice.” Sue chimed in. “And I, for one, don’t plan on wasting my time driving to visit Tom in the state penitentiary for the next 20 years! Cassie needs to remain tattoo free. And what would Ryan think of one on you for that matter?”

Allie admitted he be about as thrilled as Tom. But we did fall into a discussion of what we would get should we ever get up the nerve. It was a hysterical and revealing conversation that continued on and off throughout our trip. We laughed all the way to our destination. In fact unless we were eating or sleeping we were laughing most of the time on this trip. I will admit that the humor was a tad on the crude side – trust me Tom would not have approved, which was one of the reasons we came off by ourselves in the first place. I did have momentary reservations about Allie hearing it all, but truly she seemed to enjoy the most.

Soon enough we arrived and checked into a two bedroom suite with a small setting room so we could all be together. After settling in we rented bikes and took a long ride getting the lay of the land and seeing was in reasonable walking distance. After that the afternoon was spent in exclusive little shops and choosing the best place for dinner. The rest of that evening we rested but in the days after that…

We did everything! We hit the beaches, we shopped, we ate (oh my, we ate), we visited bar where we drank and danced and even picked up men. Now we didn’t plan on picking up men, and it wasn’t at the bar. It was at the water park.

~o~

I love water parks. I go on some of the slides. Not too many, but I love to watch those that do. We all find the lazy river appealing and there is usually a large space devoted to shade too. After playing for a while, Sue, Annie and I were laying in the shade talking while Allie sunbathed just a few feet away. There had been one young man eyeing Allie for quite a while and finally he made his way over to her and tried to strike up a conversation. What he was actually coming out with were some of the lamest pick-up lines I had heard in a long time. Allie was politely trying to ignore him without being completely rude. But this boy was persistent.

We couldn’t hear everything but finally we heard Allie say quite clearly. “Sorry I’m here with my girlfriends and I’m not ditching them.”

“How many?” he asked enthusiastically, “I’ve got some friend here too. Maybe we can all hang out.”

“Well, maybe.” Allie answered, giving us a slight glance. “There 4 of us all together. Are your good looking? My friends are hot. They’re a little older. Will your friends mind?”

“No, no, that’ll be great. Where are your friends?” The boy was like Pavlov’s dog to a dinner bell.

“You go get your friends first, my friends will come if they’re hot enough, trust me.” The boy nearly tripped over himself as he took off. Allie glanced over at us with a small shrug. Less than ten minutes later we saw them headed our way. They were an adorable group of boys. They seemed a little younger than Allie, seventeen maybe.

They eagerly gathered around Allie and the original boy asked, “So where are they?”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “They’re older than you, but they do kinda like younger guys.”

“No that’s cool, no problem.” They assured her.

Allie raised her hand and motioned us over. We were ready and went into the full act! “Oh boys,” we cooed “You are all just the cutest little things! Now what are your names?” Sue grabbed one and claimed “This one’s mind. Now honey, where do you go to school?” Annie and I each cornered one and began asking about their grades, their hobbies, their pets and on and on. We had those poor boys stammering and blushing and looking around wildly for an escape. I’m afraid we were shameless. Allie was over to the side grinning quietly and the boy who had originally talk to her stood there with his mouth opened.

I saw Allie turn to him and ask “They really don’t mind about them being older?” the poor child could only stand and stare. We finally decided to let them off the hook. We asked them if they would mind getting us something to drink before we all went in the pool together.

You never saw such eager compliance in teenagers! Amidst a chorus of “Yes Ma’am” they were off – never to be seen by us again. “Goodness,” Annie exclaimed, “They never even asked us what we wanted.”

Sue turned to Allie, “Child I never knew you had such a wicked streak in you! I am so impressed!”

We were there another hour or so and finally Annie said. “Girls I guess we may as well go, I just don’t think they’re coming back.” Laughing we all packed up and headed back to the hotel, assuming, at least on my part that the excitement of the day was over, it wasn’t.

I was wiped out from being in the sun and swimming most of the day, as were Annie and Sue, so we all decided to rest before dinner. Allie, always a ball of energy, decided to go for a bike ride. A little over an hour or so later we were all awake again and just beginning to wonder where Allie was when she came bursting through the door.

“I did it!” She exclaimed.

I was fixing a drink and glanced at her asking “Did what?”

“This!” she said presenting her lower back to us.

Sue gasped, “Good Lord!”

I whirled around to see the outline of four women and the bold words

Girl’s Trip
2011

tattooed on her back. ‘Dead meat’ was my first thought. Not only Allie, I knew the fallout from this was going to land on me too!

Trip preparation

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This story starts back here.

Most morning Sue and I get together for coffee about 10 o’clock. Now that Allie is home she usually joins us, although she drinks Dr. Pepper – we need to turn that girl on to coffee. After Tom said we could go the next morning’s coffee time was full of trip plans. We all like the beach and there are many excellent one just a few hours away. We just needed to pick which one. Sue and I were bouncing ideas off one another. Allie was quiet that morning and seemed to be in her own world.

Finally after she hadn’t spoken for nearly 15 minutes I asked, “Child, I’ve never seen you so quiet. Is something wrong?”

“I’m fine.” Was all she said. She was sitting on the top step and didn’t even look around when she spoke.

“Allie, that’s not true. What’s wrong? Did you and Ryan argue?”

“No were fine. Really.” She got up and joined us at the table but looked for all the world as if she had lost her best friend. Sue and I said no more but kept staring at her until she continued. “I’m jealous” she answered with a little laugh. “You make these trips sound like so much fun. I want to go too.”

Sue grinned at her. “You want to go on vacation with Grandma Moses and the Mosettes?” This is a nickname Steve has adopted for us (Sue, Annie and me) ever since he heard it on a ‘Golden Girls’ rerun. I don’t really mind hearing it from Sue but I assured Steve if I heard it from him again there would be dismemberment in his future.

“Are you kidding?” Allie asked, turning to Sue. “You all make these trips sound like a combination of Disney World and Las Vegas. Who wouldn’t want to go?”

“Then come with us!” Sue and I cried together. “We’d love to have you!” I continued.

Allie looked embarrassed. “No! I was just kidding. I’m not trying to horn in on your ‘get away’ trip.

“Girl,” Sue laughed, “unless you’re married to one of us then you’re not who we’re trying to get away from! This is a girl’s trip and you qualify.”

Allie’s eyes were shinning now. “You’re serious, you really don’t mind?”

“Why, Allie of course not.” I assured her. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

“Oh Cassie, I’ve wanted to go on one of these trips since you moved here when I was 16.”

Sue piped up again, “You know you might be disappointed. You do realize, don’t you, that about half of what we come back and tell is a lie just to annoy the men.”

Allie laughed “I don’t care – I’m going! I’m going to tell mom.” And off she went.

I looked at Sue, “You really don’t mind do you?”

“Oh, hell no. I like Allie.” Sue answered. “And we could probably use some new blood.”

~o~

Tom and Ryan were expected home around 5:30 (Ryan is doing a brief internship with Tom). Allie was over, waiting excitedly to tell Ryan her news. The men had barely stepped out on the back deck when Allie sang out “I’m going on the girl’s trip with Cassie, Sue and Annie!”

“You’re what?” both men asked together stopping in their tracks. Neither seemed thrilled.

“Don’t look like that.” Allie told them, “This will be so cool! Just us girls off doing whatever we want, I can’t wait!”

“You four off doing whatever you want.” Tom said shaking his head. “Now there’s a comforting thought."

“Oh hush Tom, we’ll be fine. You don’t think I’m going to let anything happen to Allie.”

“That’s what I can’t quite put my finger on.” Tom admitted. “Is this a good thing because you’ll want to keep her safe or will Allie being there cause you and Sue to show off and get yourselves in trouble?”

“That’s what I was wondering about.” Ryan chimed in looking over at me. “If you and Sue decide to go swimming with the sharks Allie’s gonna jump right in with you. Who’s going to be the designated grown up?”

“I’ll have you know,” I said drawing myself up to full height (which still left me a foot shorter than the men) “that we have everything all planned out – we’re flying to Atlantic City. Should our gambling debts become too much we plan to sell Allie into white slavery or perhaps Sue and I will open a bordello. We like to keep our options open.”

“Guess that makes Annie the adult, huh?” Ryan quipped.

“You two stop teasing each other.” Allie said to Ryan and me. “We are all grown-ups, even me. Don’t act like I don’t have a mind of my own. I’m so excited I think we should leave tonight!” She gave him a big hug. “You’re gonna miss me aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am. Why don’t you stay here with me?”

“Not this time! I’ve wanted to go on one of these trips forever. But I’ll miss you too.” She added sweetly.

Ryan looked over at Tom, I think for a bit of reassurance. “It’ll be alright,” Tom told him, “By the time they leave Cassie will know exactly how I expect her to act.” I wasn’t sure Allie heard the implied threat but I certainly did.

~o~

Tom wasted very little time once the children left. “Let’s talk some more about this trip.”

“Tom I can talk very well sitting up!” I exclaimed as he took my hand and headed to the bedroom.

“Well actually I’m the one that wants to do the talking and I do better this way.” I was quickly over his lap with my skirt flipped up, no wonder that man prefers me wearing skirts. He began at a brisk pace that had me stinging in no time. “I’m not sure Allie going on this trip is such a good idea. I know you all are friends but she is still a child and you all better remember that. If any of your antics gets her into trouble you’ll be paying double, do you hear me?”

“How can I hear you with all that racket you’re making back there. Stop so I can listen better.” Well that surely didn’t work as Tom peeled down my panties and went to town. I could feel the burn going deep.

After a substantial amount of time that had me squirming to get away he stopped and asked, “Can you hear me now?”

That old devil! How he can burn me up and have me laughing at the same time is a mystery to me. “I hear you!” I shouted. “Let me up!” He let me up and smiled in fiendish delight as I tried to rub away the sting. I glared at him. “If that was supposed to be a good girl I think it was a little hard.”

“That,” he told me firmly “was a warning. I want you to behave and I don’t mean maybe.” He wasn’t mad but he did seem awfully serious.

There were several more ‘reminders’ over that week as we all got ready to head out. Finally D-parture Day arrived. We wanted an early start so all I had to do was jump in the shower and grab my bag. Tom had one more thing on the agenda. We cuddled for a while before getting up and as I knew he would, he pulled me across his lap for one more spanking. He hand was feeling pretty good as it spanked a little and explored a little. All was going well until he reached into his bed side table and grabbed that darn, hateful slipper, the one that makes me feel raw all day.

“Don’t!” I had time to shout, for all the good it did me. He covered every inch of my bottom and upper thighs. He might as well have used sandpaper!

“There” he said as he finished up, “now I know you’ll be thinking of me all day.”

Grrrrrrr… there are better ways! By way of making it up to me, I thought, he offered to help me shower. He did a wonderful job I must admit. With the burn from my bottom combining with his expert touches in the shower I knew that there was one more thing I wanted before we left. Tom dried me with a fluffy towel and turned me to him for a long, slow, meaningfully kiss. I felt like I was throbbing all over.

I took Tom’s hand to lead him to the bed when he said “Sorry honey, we just don’t have time. You don’t want to keep the girls waiting.”

I stared at him in disbelief, “Then hurry!” I told him.

“No” he answered slowly, “I don’t like to be rushed. Too bad you’re going off.” He told me as he kissed me again letting his hand wander my body. “We could have had a wonderful time in bed today. But at least this way I know you’ll be anxious to get back to me.”

Have you ever heard of anything so cruel? That old devil meant ever word and I could not persuade him to change his mind. Reluctantly I dressed and gathered my last minute things. Allie called to see if I was ready and I told her to come on over. Sue and Annie, who had flown in the night before, arrived about 15 minutes later.

Car loaded, we were ready to pull out in a matter of minutes. Steve, Ryan and Tom came to see us off. I got one last kiss that did nothing to calm me down in the least – spanked, primed for wild sex and suddenly heading out with 3 women – my views on what I really wanted were a bit confused. I received one more stinging swat as I climbed in Sue’s car and one more admonishment to behave myself and we were off.

We turned and waved until the men were out of sight, and then we settled back with a grin. Allie eyes were shining like Christmas morning. “I’m only going to ask one thing ladies,” Allie told us “and that’s that we all have to get a tattoo to commemorate this trip!”

We were off to a wonderful start!

Tom's worry

2011-06-03T02:00:00.001-04:00

You can go back here to the beginning.

“Ah-ha! I knew it.” Tom said sitting up straighter. “I knew you were buttering me up for something. Let’s have it.”

I sighed realizing I had laid it on a little thick. “It’s nothing bad, Tom. It just time for Sue, Annie and me to have another girl’s trip. You know we haven’t been on one in ages.” It was true; we used to go about twice a year but with Sue living here now we’ve been slipping. I think it’s important for us to head off on our own once in a while just to let the guys realize how much they miss us. Not to mention the freedom that comes with not having a husband looking over your shoulder every second.

Tom immediately got that worried look on his face. “Why do you all have to go off alone? You were all just together six weeks ago. I hate you going off, you know that. Any common sense and proper decorum seems to evaporate once the three of you leave the drive way.”

“Tom, don’t be silly. You know that’s not true. We haven’t had any major disasters! Well,” I added, “not in a long time. We’ll be gone less than a week, more than likely.”

“A week!” That’s too long. And just where do you want to head off to anyway?”

“We don’t even know yet. We’ve just started talking about it. We won’t go too far, maybe India or China.” I can’t help it, sometimes its just fun to torment my husband!

“Cassie Jane if you think for one minute…”

“Hush!” I told him before he could get himself too worked up. “You know I’m kidding. We’ll either go to the mountains or the beach one, somewhere within driving distance.”

Tom shook his head at my teasing but then asked the question that was really on his mind. I knew it was on his mind because it was on mine too. “Cassie are you sure you’ll be all right?” I sighed and lay my head on Tom’s shoulder as we sat together thinking back…

I guess I didn’t tell you the very last part of what happened after my near accident. We stayed on at the beach for several days and declined to join the other during that time. We just needed each other. Once we got home Tom was still sticking closer than normal and I wasn’t minding a bit. We had been home a few days when Steve called to ask Tom to come to his house to help him with something. I didn’t think a thing about it until someone called on the phone for Tom. I told them, “Tom’s not here…” and I was going to ask if I could take a message when I felt my whole body begin to shake. I couldn’t speak and I was shaking so violently that I dropped the phone. I’ve heard of delayed reactions to trauma but never did I expect what was happening to me.

Everything that could have happened that night came flooding into my mind. I could have been killed – but strangely this was the least terrifying thought that came to me. I realized I could have been severely injured, paralyzed, coma; the boy driving could have been hurt, he could have swerved into people on the sidewalk. But the overwhelming thought that flooded my mind was that I could have lost Tom. Tom had followed me into the street trying to reach me. He could have easily been killed that night. I think the simple act of saying ‘Tom’s not here’ had triggered these suppressed fears.

Tom wasn’t gone long but he came home to find me in the floor by the phone sobbing hysterically. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t tell him what was wrong. He sat right in the floor with me trying to find a reason for my state. At first he thought I had received some horrible news over the phone but he told me later he couldn’t imagine anything I could have heard that would have devastated me so. We don’t have extended family. Sue had been talking to Annie when he was at their house and he had see Allie and Ryan outside as he came in. He said he felt that only the loss of one of these people could have sent me into this spin.

Tom managed to get me off the floor and carry me to the sofa but when he tried to go get a cool cloth for me he said I sobbed harder and clung to him shaking my head ‘no’. Poor Tom was at a total loss. Finally taking my face in his hands he demanded forcefully “Cassie, what is it?”

Gulping for air I finally managed to sob out “You could have been killed!”

Finally Tom realized what was going on, although he had no idea what had triggered it. I still couldn’t get hold of myself. Tom let me cry a bit longer and then he began to speak more firmly. “Cassie that’s enough. You need to stop now. Yes horrible things could have happened, but they didn’t. You made a foolish, dangerous mistake. If you remember you got a hard spanking for it and now it’s over. You won’t make that mistake again. But you have to get a grip and stop this.”

I didn’t even try to stop. I just cried harder. Tom again took my face in his hands and spoke sharply, “Cassie Jane I said stop this. If you want to keep on crying I’m getting the brush and I’ll give you something to cry about. Don’t think I’m kidding. If you’re dealing with guilt or whatever I’ll take care of it, but you won’t be sitting tomorrow.”

I gasped in surprise. I knew he wasn’t kidding by the look on his face and the tone of his voice. I guess that was Tom’s version of slapping a hysterical wife. Faced with the absolute certainty that he was going to wear me out did penetrate my brain and I gulped and hiccupped my way to an end to the tears. I felt rung out and fragile for days before I really felt like myself. I know I had worried Tom and he kept a close eye on me. He was slow going back to work and started off with half days. Sue and Allie were usually around to keep me company – I think at Tom’s request. I cried some when I was alone but for the most part that had gotten it out of my system. But this girl’s trip was going to be our first time apart. Tom was very worried about that and I was a little.

That night, as I asked him if I could go, we talked more about it. “I am a little worried Tom but as much as I want to be with you I don’t want to be afraid to be away from you. Sue and Annie will be with me and I’ll be talking to you on the phone, probably several times a day. I think I can do it honey, and I think I need to try.”

Tom sighed again. “I suppose you’re right. Okay, you can go on one condition. (One condition my foot! I was sure he’d come up with a dozen or more before we headed out.) You girls plan on a beach trip. If you do need me I can get there in a couple of hours, the mountains are too far for this first time.”

I hugged Tom’s neck and gave him a big kiss. “I love you! And I promise I’ll be good the whole time we’re away.”

“You’re right about that.” Tom told me shaking his finger in my face in mock anger. “We’ll have a discussion or two about behavior and expectations before you leave.”

Instinctively I reached around to rub my bottom, I knew all too well about Tom’s pre-trip discussions. But I didn’t care. The trip was on!

Sprucing up

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Spring is in full swing here and I’m loving it! You simply can’t beat spring on the river. Having Allie and Ryan home is the very best. We’ve all been working on my beautiful landscape and it has turned our amazingly well. I let Tom and Ryan work to get my beds ready but the flowers are mine to plant. And I must tell you I went wild this year. I have a mixture of every color of the rainbow. The front has my formal beds and boarders around the trees and a few hanging baskets. It’s neat and orderly and lovely. However the backyard looks like a young child was turned loose with a new box of 64 color crayolas.

I did most of it in one day – probably not the best of ideas as my body pointed out to me multiply times the next day. Of course I wore my gloves the entire time (that Tom was here) and when he was gone I enjoyed the feeling of good black dirt under my nails. But as Dr. Phil says – this ain’t my first rodeo, I had an appointment for a manicure at 4:30!

I was sitting on the swing in the yard when I heard Tom open the sliding door. I started to the house and saw Tom stop, his eyes sweeping the yard in complete amazement. I looked around too, trying to see it new through Tom’s eyes. Color was everywhere, deep scarlets and purples, vivid oranges and yellows mingled with the pastel pink and lavender. Spanish moss swayed in the breeze and the river was its usual magnificent self. Willow, freshly brushed, bounded across the lawn to greet Tom and the cats perched regally on the deck completed the picture.

Tom came down from the deck toward me. “Prettiest thing in the whole yard.” Was his greeting to me as he gave me a kiss. My Tom is a real sweet talker when he puts his mind to it. “Cassie this yard is magnificent. I don’t believe God Himself could have done much better in the Garden of Eden.”

We toured the yard hand in hand with Tom noticing every detail. I love impressing him. We circled around and came back to sit on the deck. I had wine chilling. “Girl did you do all this work yourself?” Tom asked.

“I did indeed, did it all with my own two hands.”

“Speaking of…” Tom reached for my hands to see if I had done any damage and laughed when he saw the fresh manicure. “Always thinking aren’t you girl? You do love trying to stay one step ahead of me.”

“Why honey,” I laughed back at him. “Trying to stay a step ahead of you is how I get most of my exercise!”

We sipped our wine quietly then letting the peace of the river and the beauty of the yard envelope us. After a time Tom asked “Shall we go out for dinner tonight?”

“No” I told him, “I figured you’d be tired and I ordered dinner from Raoul’s.” Raoul’s is our favorite catering service. I love to have them do dinner because their presentation is as detailed when they come in and prepare a candle light dinner for two on our deck as they would do preparing for a party of 500. “We’re having Silky Leek and Red Wine Soup and roast duck and then for desert Blueberry-Lavender Ice Cream.” Tom was watching me as I shared our dinner menu but as I finished his eyes took on a more intense, thoughtful look.

“Hmmmm… you’ve worked all day to turn this yard into a show place. You’re wearing the skirt and blouse I love the most. Your nails are beautifully manicured, you hair and makeup pristine for this time of day. You had the wine chilling when I got home and now you tell me Raoul is bringing our dinner. All right girl, let’s have it. What have you done?”

How dare he? I have been good as gold!

“Why Tom Duff, the very idea! When did you become so suspicious? I have not done one thing wrong.” I stoutly maintained, trying to work up some righteous indignation. “You make it sound like you come home every day to find me in sweats with curlers in my hair! I always try to look nice for you. And this is the thanks I get for trying to make our home a haven for my husband?” I put a hurt look on my face. “You act like you think I slipped in a few marijuana plants amongst the marigolds!”

Tom laughed and asked “Did you? All right, simmer down. My apologies. I can’t imagine where my suspicious nature comes from.” He teased. “The dinner sounds lovely, the yard is lovely and you are the loveliest of all. Forgive me?”

I snuggled back against him perfectly willing to keep our evening pleasant and happy. I waited a suitable interval before I spoke again “There was just one little thing I was wanting to ask you…”

The Fight, the conclusion

2011-05-05T03:00:00.003-04:00

The story began here.

…Wanting to take Tom completely off guard I turned and ran – directly in the path of an oncoming car.

Suddenly everything in my world faded away except the lights of the car bearing down on me and the sound of the screaming tires.

There was no time. No time to run, no time for Tom to reach me, no time for the car to stop. I remember thinking in that instant ‘I’ve run out of time.’ But the car stopped. I can’t imagine how, but it stopped. I was looking directly into the eyes of the driver – a young boy whose face probably showed more terror than my own. The front of the car was touching my dress but I was completely unharmed. I vaguely remember thinking that I needed to sit down when felt Tom’s arms around me and my knees buckled.

I don’t know if I lost consciousness or not but I don’t remember much for the next little bit. I do know that when I was finally aware everyone, accept me, was crying. Tom was crying, that poor boy who was driving was crying, Sue and Annie were nearly hysterical and their husbands weren’t in much better shape. They had seen it all from a distance and I can only imagine how it must have looked. I heard a siren and I remember wondering if someone had been hurt. But they had come for me. I tried to tell them that I wasn’t hurt but I couldn’t seem to get anyone to listen – or maybe I wasn’t even saying anything out loud. I really don’t know.

I didn’t try to stop them from putting me on the stretcher but when I momentarily lost sight of Tom I panicked and started crying. Once he got in the ambulance with me I was fine. I still wasn’t sure why I was going to the hospital but I wasn’t arguing with anyone. Once there I was certainly given the once over. Every now and then I would tell them he never hit me. But that didn’t seem to alter their exam. They were treating me for mild shock (looking at his white face, I think Tom could have used a dose of something too.)

Finally the doctor came back in and sat down. “Mrs. Duff I believe your guardian angel should be in line for a promotion. You’re in perfect shape. No bruising, no contusions, no concussion. As far as I can tell you haven’t a scratch on you.”

“I told you.” I insisted. “The car never touched me. I guess I fainted when I realized how close it came, but it never touched me.” Tom, not letting go of my hand, put his head down on the side of the bed. From the way his shoulders were shaking I realized he was silently crying again. I turned to the doctor and asked “Have you checked out my husband? I know he was as scared as I was.”

Tom looked up at me then and smiled as he drew his handkerchief across his eyes. The doctor patted him on the back and addressed me. “Yes as a matter of fact we took his blood pressure soon after you got here. He’s going to be fine too. We’ll put the head of the bed up now and we’ll finish this bag of fluids. When that’s done we’ll let you go. Do you mind if your friends come back here. I’m afraid one of them is going to attack my staff if we don’t let them.”

Soon they all trooped in. Sue put her arms around me and whispered in my ear “I’m gonna beat the hell outta you.”

To which I whispered back “You look like shit when you cry.” We both burst out laughing and finally the tension in the room began to ease. The fluids were finished and one nurse came in to remove the IV. I felt strangely sore, since I hadn’t been injured. The nurse explained it more than likely came from tensing my muscles anticipating the car hitting me.

We were signing the discharge papers when another nurse popped her head in, “Ms. Duff, that boy that was driving the car is here with his parents. They’re mighty worried about you and want to know it they could just come in for a second.”

“Of course!” I insisted. “Please have them come in.” The boy’s name was Cal and we were told that he had had his license less than 3 weeks. He was still very choked up as he stood with his equally distraught parents just inside the doorway.

“I’m awful sorry ma’am I just didn’t see you until you were right in front of me.” He said in a strangled voice.

Tom and I both went to him. I put my arm around him and gave him a fierce hug. “Don’t look like that Cal!” I told him. “It was completely my fault. I ran into the street, I never gave one thought to traffic. I’m so very sorry to have put you and your parents through this. Son your quick reflexes saved my life.”

Tom hugged the boy too and said “You saved both our lives tonight. I wouldn't want to survive without Cassie.” That brought tears to my eyes again. In fact for the next several days I teetered between laughter and tears fairly often.

We all headed to the parking lot. I overheard Cal talking to Andy “I called Mom and Dad to come get me. I don’t think I ever want to drive again.” Tom overheard too and I squeezed his hand and looked questioningly at him. Our four friends had all jumped into Andy’s small car to rush to the hospital together. Tom turned to Cal and asked “Son if we could impose on you for one more thing. Would you be able to drive Cassie and me back to the hotel?”

“Who? Me?” Cal squeaked.

“Would you mind?” I added, “It’s not very far and we’d really appreciate it.” Cal’s parents looked quietly grateful and Cal, after taking a deep breath, said he’d be glad to. I just didn’t want that poor child to be scared to drive because of something I’d done.

It was finally close to 2 in the morning when we were all back safe and sound at the hotel. Tom told the guys that he wasn’t going to any of the meetings the next day. “I just want to spend tomorrow with Cassie. Let’s meet in the lobby for dinner around 7:00.” This was Tom’s subtle way of telling them not to bother us until then.

At last we were in our room. I didn’t have any idea what to say to Tom to express to him how terribly sorry I was for what I’d done and for how badly I’d scared him. I tried to begin but Tom said that we’d talk the next day. I slept on and off that night. I don’t know of any other time that being in Tom’s arms felt any sweeter.

I just didn’t know what to expect the next day. One part of me wanted to get it over with but another huge part of me was dreading what was coming. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see Tom sitting with the brush when I came from the bathroom the next morning but he was sitting out breakfast from room service. Later we walked on the beach. We talked of ordinary things, we looked in the shops, we grabbed fast food for lunch, but still Tom did not talk about the previous evening. I was beginning to get nervous.

Back at the hotel Tom asked if I wanted a nap. What was going on? Was he waiting for me to ask for a spanking? I never do that; I couldn’t take it any longer. “Tom, I … we have to talk about last night. I’m … oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I wish I could take back the whole evening.”

“I know Cassie; I wish we could take it back too.”

“Tom, are you going to spank me?”

Tom was slow in answering. “I should. I just don’t know if I can.”

What?

I waited but he didn’t say anything else. He was worrying me. “Tom what are you talking about?”

“Cassie you were upset and scared last night. Instead of even trying to listen I just told you I was going to wear you out. I feel like I pushed you in front of that car. If I scared you that badly, well, I just don’t know if that’s the way I should go.”

This wasn’t my husband! What had I done? I couldn’t listen to this mess any longer. I had to snap him out of it!

“Tom Duff I have never heard such bullshit in my life!” That that got his attention all right! I got the most normal (aka annoyed) look I’d had from him since the near accident. Before he could say anything I went on. “I wasn’t scared. I’ve never been scared of you. I was mad at you!! You’d been annoying the hell out of me for days.”

“Cassie, I don’t want to hear…”

“You don’t want me to cuss?” I snapped. “Why not? Looks like I’ve got a free pass for the rest of my life to say or do anything I want. You don’t seem to care enough to do anything about it!” I was in tears again.

“Cassie…do you want me to spank you?”

“I don’t want anything to change!” I nearly sobbed.

Tom came and held me. “I don’t want things to change either.” He finally said.

He went then to the dresser where he’d unpacked and picked up the ivory brush. Oh hell! I didn’t mean he needed to use the devil brush. I don’t know, perhaps we could have eased into this one. But I was too relieved to have him acting like Tom to complain. He turned from the dresser with the brush but hesitated. Then he turned and lay the brush down. We stared at each other saying nothing for a minute. Then Tom undid his belt. Oh my.

He folded it over in his hand and came to me. He led me to the bed and bent me over it without a word. The first stroke with the belt took my breath away. This was certainly no warm up. The man was quite serious. After 10 strokes he stopped long enough to lower my shorts and panties at the same time. I’d asked for this – I know, but oh my, the leather was doing its job.

Ten more on the bare and I was dancing on my toes and clutching the spread! Tom paused for a moment. I thought he could see my bottom throbbing. He stepped back and said, “I’m not finished girl, but you can rub if you need to.”

If I needed to!? I could have rubbed for the rest of the day and not alleviated the sting/throb. I grabbed with both hands as I danced in place. I didn’t turn around but I knew Tom was watching intently. He let me rub for quite a while before he said, “Lay back down girl. I’m going to finish this.” As I lay back down, once again getting a firm grip to keep me from reaching back I suddenly realized Tom wasn’t talking as usual, but as the next stroke landed pretty much everything else was driven from my mind.

I was burning – I was squirming – I was twisting a bit also until Tom said simply “Be still” and I tried. Those last 15 or so, from mid-bottom to mid-thigh were intense. But finally he stopped, then it was his hands rubbing, and rubbing…

That belt, that belt – my sensual enemy. It does things to me I will never be able to understand. I quickly removed my blouse as Tom undressed. Our love making had a fierceness to it that overwhelmed me. He took me from behind, holding my hips and pulling me back to him, my scalded flesh against his body felt incredible and I pounded my fists on the bed with the intensity of my release. When finally we collapsed on the bed we were both completely spent and slept for a time just as we were.

I don’t know how much later it was as we woke and untangled from one another. We talked some, we laughed together and finally, finally we began to feel like us again. I rolled over then gasped at the pain from everywhere the belt had kissed. “Tom” I complained gently, “I’m never going to be able to sit again.”

“That may be true.” He nodded gravely, “Because tomorrow we’re going to have to deal with your unladylike language – and the next day we’ll let the brush impress upon you how I feel about traffic safety.”

“Two? Tom not two more spankings? I’m sore as a boil as it is. You can’t…”

Tom stopped my fussing with a kiss I’ll remember for a long time. I wasn’t sure I could take two more spankings that soon but I quickly realized, with a certainty that made me feel completely safe, that I didn’t have any say in the matter. But I had my Tom back, I had him back and that was all that mattered.

The Fight, part 3

2011-05-03T03:00:00.005-04:00

You can go back here for the beginning of the story.

The cuddling was nice but the talking didn’t go so well. That man is as stubborn as a mule! “Tom I’ve told you before at my age if I tell you about every ache and pain that’s all we’ll ever talk about! And you won’t just let me say I feel bad – you want to rush me to the doctor or the emergency room. You over react so I don’t want to tell you anything.”

“Cassie I know you and you’ll run yourself into the ground or keel over before you stop whether you’re sick or not. If you won’t look after yourself I have to.”

How do you talk to a brick wall?

~o~

The next day was busy packing, Tom only irritated me twice in a major way, well let’s make that three times. I found myself more annoyed than normal as I saw him pack the ivory brush. The devil insisted on taking my temperature early in the afternoon and then I was outraged to see him packing the Vaseline and the thermometer! As a way to ease my outrage I waited until he left the room, removed the thermometer from its case, hid it where it will never be found and then replaced the case. A woman can only put up with so much.

As we drove to Virginia Beach for the convention the next day we still just weren’t ‘right’. Tom was quieter than normal. I wasn’t in a good mood so the ride was nearly silent. I hate the feeling of a barrier being between Tom and me but I kept telling myself that I was right! He has to stop going overboard about my health!

But once we arrived it was a good day. We met up with Sue and Steve and Annie and Andy and several other old friends. The men had one meeting and we ladies walked along the beach and caught up with one another. The next day was full. The men had meetings and we ladies planned to shop in the morning and there was a comedian scheduled after our lunch. In the evening there was a cocktail party, dinner and dancing.

I arrived back at the room around 4:00 in plenty of time to be ready for the cocktail party at 6:00 and to an annoyed husband. “Where have you been?” he demanded, “and why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“I have been right here in the hotel since lunch. I turned my phone off for the speaker. I have been visiting with friends the rest of the day just as I’ve done at every other convention we’ve attended for the past 40 years!

“You should have come back here to rest before now.” Tom demanded.

“I should have…? There is no reason…? What is your problem…?” I couldn’t even talk I was so mad. I walked into the other room and on into the bathroom to get ready. I locked the door so I could cuss in the shower to my hearts contend and trust me I did!

I wondered if Tom would spank me when I came out. He nearly always does when we go to an event like this. I wasn’t sure how I would react, I wasn’t over my mad by any means but I knew we really needed to reconnect. But he made no move to spank me. This only fueled my hurt and anger. We walked the two blocks to the party site. Our hotel’s banquet hall was being redone. The weather was pleasant and Tom took my hand and squeezed. I looked up at him and he kissed me on the forehead.

“I don’t like it when we’re like this.” He said with a sigh.

“Oh Tom, I don’t either.” But that was all that was said. We needed a chance to talk although it hadn’t been very productive so far.

I was calming down and looking forward to the evening and dancing – that always makes me feel better – when we walked in and Tom said, “No drinking to night girl.”

“No drinking? Tom this is a party. Why not?” any calming down I had felt was gone in an instant.

“I don’t want anything to cause you to be dizzy.”

I didn’t think dizziness was in my immediate future because my blood pressure must have risen 20 points! I was too angry to talk. I gave him a terse “Fine” and left him standing there. I sipped on a Sprite rather that make a scene but I didn’t come back near Tom until time for dinner. The six of us all ate at the same table as well as two other couples. I admit I was eying Sue’s drink lovingly but I was being the good little wife.

Until…

Tom, who had barely spoken to me during dinner turned to the couple on his left and announced. “I think we’ll be headed back to the hotel soon. Cassie’s a little under the weather.”

As far as I was concerned the fight was on! “THAT’S IT!” I shouted loud enough to attract the attention of several tables as I slammed my hand on the table. Lowering my voice only slightly I continued, “Cassie has not been under the weather in the least, if Cassie had been I would have been one of the first to know. If you think I’m too old and decrepit to come to these functions why don’t you just put me in the home and be done with it. You can go back to the hotel alone if you want to – I’m staying here.” I grabbed Sue drink and downed it in one gulp and then left the table so fast none of the stunned men had time to rise.

I was so mad I didn’t know what to do with myself. I headed to the bar to order another drink, then scanning the crowd I spotted several old friends and asked one to dance. I stayed on the dance floor nearly 30 minutes. Tom was still at the table and his face was dark with anger but he made no move to come to me. I tried not to look his way but it seemed impossible. He never took his eyes off me. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I headed to the ladies room.

I sat in the little lounge area and closed my eyes. I kept them closed as women moved in and out. I don’t know how long I sat that way but when I looked Sue and Annie were sitting across from me.

“What?” I snapped.

Sue cocked her head and looked at me. “I was just wondering if you had a charity you wanted us to contribute to in lieu of flowers.”

“He is going to kill me, isn’t he? What has he said?”

“The man hasn’t spoken a word since you left the table.” Annie said quietly. I closed my eyes again. This was bad. “Are you going to come back and talk to him?”

I was in more turmoil than you can imagine. I was still angry to the core but I felt horrible. I knew I was going to have to face him eventually. Leaving the powder room I looked over at our table. Tom was gone. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe – Tom had walked out on me. As angry as I was the hurt was overwhelming.

At that moment I felt a hand at the small of my back and Tom said “Would you like to dance?”

This would have been such a lovely ending to the story. Making up on the dance floor – but that didn’t happen. We danced without speaking. I was sampling most negative emotions you can have, fear, anger, sadness, loss… I wanted to melt into Tom’s arms but there was too much anger left.

Tom said “We need to go now; I want you back at the hotel.”

There are several ways that statement could have been interpreted. 1) That he loved me and wanted to be alone with me to talk and to work all this out. 2) He was anxious to relieve the itch in his spanking hand. Or 3) I was too old and decrepit to take another dance without falling and breaking a hip. Unfortunately I chose to believe a combination of the last two.

“I’m not ready to leave. I’ll go when I’m good and ready.” I replied coldly.

Tom stopped dancing and looked me straight in the eye. “You better be good and ready within 30 seconds or I’m going to put you over my knee and wear you out right here and now.”

Would he have? Would he have really? At our age? In front of our friends and his colleagues? Surely not. But I wasn’t ready to find out. I followed Tom to the table to tell the others we were leaving. Andy said “We’re right behind you.” But we didn’t wait.

It was not a relaxing walk back. I could feel my heart pounding. Surely Tom was too angry to do any spanking when we reached the hotel. I knew he was still very upset with me and unfortunately I was just as upset as him – but with much less recourse.

“Tom, are we going to talk? Are you going to listen to me?”

“Cassie Jane I can’t think of a thing you could possible say that’s going to keep me from wearing you out.”

Suddenly I did not want to return to the hotel at all. I had to have a minute to breathe and gather myself. I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. We were across the street from the beach. I needed the beach, I wanted to run. Just long enough to clear the anger away. Of course Tom’s the runner in the family but given enough incentive I’m not a bad sprinter. I could kick off my sandals the minute I hit the sand. Bare foot in a spring dress I felt like I could outdistance Tom in his suit and street shoes.

I didn't want to give Tom any warning of what I was planning. I needed to take him completely off guard so I turned in an instant and ran – directly in the path of an oncoming car.

Suddenly everything in my world faded away except the light of the car bearing down on me and the sound of the screaming tires.

More soon.

The Fight, part 2

2011-05-01T03:00:00.001-04:00

This story began here.

I was angry that Tom was forcing me to go to the doctor when I felt that there was nothing wrong. Now that I can look back on in all calmly I know that some of my anger was fear that there was something wrong and I didn’t really want to acknowledge it. I was also worried that if he found anything – even minor it was somehow going to interfere with our trip and I was excited about going.

But all that was in hindsight. When we arrived at the doctors I was just plain mad. I intentionally sat between two other patients ignoring three seats together where I could have sat with Tom. When I was called back Tom came right along. I know that there are rules and I could have insisted he not come but I know my Tom and it just wasn’t worth the effort. A new young nurse came in to get the particulars.

“Well what the problem today?” she asked in a chipper little voice. I ignored the question.

She looked back and forth between us until Tom spoke up. “She’s been having dizzy spells and they’ve gotten worse lately. She fainted last night and I’m worried.”

The nurse turned to me, “Honey, just sit here on the table and let me get your blood pressure. Now what were you doing last night before you fainted? When had you eaten last?” I continued to ignore her. As far as I was concerned this was Tom’s visit and he could do the talking.

Tom answered her questions as she did her workup. Finally she turned to him in a lower voice and asked “Does she speak?”

“She can talk a blue streak. She is just being obstinate at the moment but that’s going to change soon, isn’t it Cassie Jane?” I was certainly aware of the warning but I still said nothing. The little nurse, looking puzzled, told us that the doctor would be right in.

Tom got up as she left and looked me right in the eye. “You better get hold of yourself girl. You fainted last night and I want you checked out. I expect you to answer the doctor’s questions fully. I’ve had enough of this behavior. It stops now or you are going to feel the remnant of my displeasure for the rest of the afternoon.”

I didn’t respond and Tom sat back down. I know my doctor well – I have no objection to regular checkups. Although he is very thorough he also knows that Tom can be a worry wart. He swung into the room with a smile on his face. “Good to see you Cassie! What’s wrong today?”

“Not a damn thing.” I answered fully just as Tom had instructed me to.

“Cassie!” Tom came to his feet as Dr. Bridges roared with laughter.

“I can see we have a disagreement about your state of health again. Sit down Tom, I’ll take it from here. Now Cassie tell me what happened to get Tom so worked up.” Bless his heart I do love my doctor.

“I had a little dizzy spell last night.” I begin when Tom interjected,

“She fainted.”

I went on as if he hadn’t interrupted. “I had been sitting too long and I jumped up fast. I was light headed for a second and I did lose my balance and I fell. I didn’t hurt myself but I think Tom wants me admitted to intensive care.”

“All right, let’s check you out. I want you to answer all my questions. Do you want me to throw Tom out?”

I glanced quickly at Tom “No, he can stay. He wouldn’t give me a minute’s peace if he missed anything.”

The exam was complete and his questions even more thorough. He managed to get me to admit I had been feeling more run down than normal, I’d been having some headaches, a slight fever several afternoons and that the dizzy spells were a bit more frequent. I knew I was in trouble with Tom but I was there and I figured I might as well come clean. But I ended with “I have been feeling better in the last few days.”

Dr. Bridges typed into his computer for a minute then said, “I want to take some blood for tests but I think you’ve been fighting off a virus for a while. Nothing serious, I expect, but I don’t want you ignoring any more fevers. An occasionally headache isn't too serious, even being a little dizzy with your history isn’t a big concern but having a fever is not normal and you have one for more than an afternoon you should be see.”

I glanced at Tom when this was said to see him nodding. I know I blushed slightly realizing what was in my future.

“We have a trip planned day after tomorrow. Do we need to cancel?” Tom asked.

I held my breath as Dr. Bridges answered, “No, no. Tom, Cassie is one of the healthiest women I know for her age (the last part of that sentence was totally unnecessary!). I do think this was just a virus. I know you’ll keep an eye on her and not let her over do, but I wouldn’t worry. Check back when you get home about the blood test and yes,” he hurried to add as Tom opened his mouth, “I’ll be in touch with you if I see any problems with it.”

“Before you go will you please tell Tom a little wine is not going to kill me?”

The doctor looked back and forth between us before answering carefully. “There is nothing wrong with a glass of wine but with low blood pressure heavy drinking is not recommended. Most big problems are going to come from falls due to the dizziness so any alcohol needs to be taken in moderation.” This wasn’t an answer that would satisfy either of us but that’s what you get when doctors try to please everyone.

~o~

As we arrived back home my anger was gone. Replacing it was nervous tension over what I felt was probably coming. I didn’t have to anticipate long. Tom took my hand as we walked in the door and headed straight to the bedroom.

“Why would you feel sick, run down and be running a fever and not tell me?” he began at once.

“Honey,” I tried to placate him, “It was passing. I usually felt better by the time you got home. It was so minor I just didn’t think to mention it. If I run a fever again I promise to tell you.”

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on that myself.” He assured me. I couldn’t help squirming a bit. Tom does not believe in taking my temperature orally.

Sure enough he stepped into the bath room and quickly returned with a jar of Vaseline and the thermometer. “Tom, stop.” I ordered. “They just took my temperature the normal way and it was just fine. Put that thing away.”

“This is more accurate.” He told me ignoring what I had said. I knew trying to resist was pointless. He removed my panties completely before pulling me over his lap. He knows I find this totally embarrassing but he doesn’t let that stop him. I have a hard time completely submitting. Tom asked “You you need me to paddle you to make you behave and keep still?”

I shook my head no and buried my face in the pillow while went about what he was determined to do. I have no idea why this bothers me so much but it does. After an agonizingly long time he assured himself that my temperature was indeed normal and I tried to rise.

“Oh, no.” Tom said, holding me firmly. “I think we need to have a talk. You have been keeping health problems from me, you pitched a little temper tantrum last night, you wouldn’t talk to me, you were extremely rude to the nurse, and your language was not that of a lady.” He was spanking hard and quite fast.

I wanted to answer the charges – I wasn’t really hiding anything I just didn’t think it really important. I didn’t have a tantrum, I was just mad at him. He told me not to talk – he had said ‘not another word’ I assumed that included speaking with the nurse too. And he had told me to be truthful with the doctor – and in my mind telling him that not a damn thing was wrong was telling him the truth as I knew it! But where all these things were true, I didn’t imagine expounding upon it was the way to shorten or end the spanking.

I was relieved he was using his hand but, oh my, he was using it hard. “Tom, stop! You’re burning me up. I’m sorry. Please stop!”

To my great relief he did. He let me up and sat in the big chair to cuddle me a bit. I knew we needed to talk. On this issue I just had to find a way to make Tom listen to me.

I know I’m taking a long time getting to the fight but how else can I get my friends to come by and visit. More soon.

The Fight

2011-04-29T02:00:00.000-04:00

I’ve been able to share lots of stories here. I’ve told you about times when I’ve ruffled Tom’s feathers, when he’s been annoyed, aggravated, disappointed, mad… well you get the picture. You know there have been times I’ve been mad as the devil at him too, but I think most of what I’ve told you has shown that our marriage has been filled with our love for each other. So while I’ve shared many of our spats I’ve rarely said we’ve had a fight. But, oh my, not so long ago we had a fight! And it nearly ended in my death. I don’t just mean that Tom wanted to wring my neck. It was… well, let me tell you the whole story.

I have been a bit under the weather lately. Nothing serious but I had some day when I was achy all over and occasionally I was running a low grade fever. I didn’t share this with Tom because he is totally unreasonable if there is anything wrong with me. I was also having a bit of dizziness but that comes because I occasionally have problems with low blood pressure. Nothing serious and I am not on any medication. My doctor’s only advice was to be aware of it, don’t leap out of bed each morning – get up gradually, stretching well and to sit for a minute. Also if I’ve been sitting anywhere for a long period again to stand and be sure I’m not dizzy before running off somewhere. He says a little extra coffee wouldn’t hurt nor having a little extra salt in my diet. All things I can easily live with. If he would have shut-up there we would all get along fine. But he also said to avoid alcohol as much as possible. Tom and I seem to have a different view of what this means.

Recently we were getting ready to go to a convention for Tom’s work. Although he’s semi-retired (semi-retired my foot – but that’s another post) he still loves the conventions and seeing everyone. I didn’t mind for the few years we gave them up but do enjoy attending too. Sue and Steve were going and Annie and Andrew will be there so I was really looking forward to it. While packing and getting ready the week before I jumped up one evening after sitting for a while and had a small dizzy spell. Alright, perhaps I fainted but Tom’s reaction was as if I had clutched my chest and announces as Fred Sanford used to “Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you!” I fell but I didn’t hurt anything. Tom, as always, overreacted and wanted to whisk me off to the hospital.

“Tom, stop.” I commanded as he pulled out his phone. “I’m just fine. Help me up.”

“You stay right there.” He told me firmly, kneeling down beside me. “I’m calling…”

“Stop your calling. I’m fine and I’m not going to lay here on the floor. Are you going to help me or not?”

He reluctantly put his phone away and helped me to my feet. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Only my pride. I’m fine honey; I just jumped up too fast.”

“You’re having those dizzy spells again aren’t you? I’ve watched you and have to steady yourself nearly every time you get up.” Then he continues, trying to blame me. “You’ve been over doing it. What were you doing all day?”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” I told him, not liking his accusatory tone. “I went to the drug store and bank this morning then packed a bit. I spent the afternoon at Sue not doing anything.”

“Except drinking, I suppose.”

My fuse was beginning to burn by this time. “I had one glass of wine! That’s all and that was hours ago. Do you think I’m staggering around drunk?”

“By one glass I suppose that means you didn’t get a new glass every time you got a refill?” Another time that might have struck me funny but I was mad by then and it flew all over me. Truly Tom is rarely like this but anything ‘wrong’ with me sends his mother hen gene into over drive and he gets a bit snippy.

I wasn’t about to dignify his ridiculous question with an answer. I realized this ‘discussion’ was going nowhere so I simply said “I’m going to bed, you can walk Willow by yourself tonight.” This is usually a task we enjoy doing together before bed on pretty evenings. I slammed the bedroom door mightily but contented myself with just one so Tom let it go. I put on a night gown – just another way to aggravate Tom and lay down as close to my edge of the bed as I could get.

I heard him come in later but I pretend to be asleep. During the night force of habit drew us both to the center of the bed and I woke during the night comforted by Tom curled around my back and his hand cupping my breast while my gown resided somewhere around my armpits. I sighed with contentment hoping things were back to normal.

Tom wasn’t working the next day and he let me sleep until after 9:00 AM when he brought me my morning coffee. He had done this before when I was having problems as a way to wake me up slowly and get some caffeine in my system early.

“You feeling alright this morning?” he asked pleasantly.

“I’m just fine. What do you want to do today?” I was so happy that the tension from the night before was gone.

“Well girl, I made you a doctor’s appointment at 11:00 so you need to get ready for that.”

I was mad in a flash. I don’t even know why I got so angry but it took control of me in an instant. “You have no right to make an appointment without my consent. I will NOT go!” I told him furiously. “There is nothing wrong with me!”

“You’re going.” He said sternly. “You have the choice of going with a red bottom or without – but you’re going and I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

Tom got his wish. He didn’t hear a word from me for hours. I knew he meant what he said and I had no choice. I got ready in silence and we headed to the doctor. You have to know I was so mad, but this wasn’t the fight, this was only the beginning.

More soon

The Massage

2011-04-15T02:00:00.002-04:00

There was one extra special evening on our trip that I want to tell you a little more about. Of course everything about the week was wonderful but this one evening stands out in my mind. This was the evening Tom decided to give me a massage.

I’ve never been a big massage person. Although I’ve very comfortable hugging the people I love I have never been very touchy-feely with people to whom I am not close. When we were first married and I seemed so flighty, Tom would often suggest that a massage might calm me down and he would book us both a time with a professional masseuse. Although we tried both male and female I found that having them touch me made me extremely tense. They were nice people and very professional but I was always a basket case of nerves once they were gone. Tom finally realized it wasn’t for me and any massages I get come from him alone. But it’s really not often that I get the full treatment.

One evening, on our trip, not long before sunset Tom led me to the bedroom. There was a plush robe on the bed and a hair brush (no not that one). Tom picked up the brush and sat in the chair with a small stool pulled up in front of it. Tom sat me on the stool and began brushing my hair. It felt so good. I could have sat there all evening and I told Tom so but he said he had other plans for me.

When he was finished Tom undressed me but made on moves to remove his clothes. “Should I put on the robe?” I asked him.

“Yes, do that.” He said but as I picked up the robe he said quietly, “Wait, not yet.”

I turned to look at him and he slowly began removing his belt. Now you just don’t know what watching Tom remove his belt does for me. I know there are some here that fear the belt. I understand that. I have been punished with the belt on occasion and can I know it can be something to fear. However, for me, the belt is the most sensuous of spanking implements. Watching Tom unbuckle and pull the belt from its loops caused me to catch my breath. I couldn’t have looked away for anything.

I was holding the robe as he folded the belt over and griped the ends in his hand. He came to me and with his other hand on my shoulder he gently bent me over the bed. My arms were under me as I clutched the robe. With the first sharp contact from the belt, as the pain and all the other sensations spread, I closed my eyes and buried my face in the bed losing myself in the moment. The sweet pain spread as the belt struck over and over and I cried out as an unexpected and utterly amazing orgasm coursed through my body in waves.

Tom laid the belt on the bed as he bent over me, gently kissing my back. It took me a moment to come back to my senses. Tom helped me up and I was nearly light headed. I started to speak but Tom laid his finger on my lips and holding my hand guided me to the small massage room in the house. One wall was glass and I watched as the Pacific slowly swallowed up the sun. There was a massage table and a shelf of candles warming various oils. Tom helped me lay on the table and slowly and gently entwined his fingers in my hair to massage my scalp. As he moved to my neck he used the warm oils and made my neck and shoulders feel as if no stress existed in the world.

He was especially thorough with my hands. Tom and my hands – now there's a love affair. He gave each finger undivided attention. As his hands moved down my back I realized that the world of massage had lost a true artist when Tom did not take up the call. He moved from my lower back to my feet where he rubbed the hot oils in with the same attention he had given my hands, in due time he was caressing my calf and finally my thighs. I was way past putty, I was liquid.

A gentle massage to my sit spot and bottom beautifully rekindled the heat from Tom ministering with the belt and I felt bathed in pure bliss. Tom carried me to the bed, though I barely remember him doing so. In fact I remember nothing until sunlight woke us the next morning although it’s rare for me to sleep through the night without waking at all. As I came awake I turned to look at Tom. He was smiling at me as he held me.

“Tom… last night… oh my! What did you… Did you know it was going to… I just can’t believe…”

Tom laughed with delight. “My Cassie, speechless! Can I assume you enjoyed your evening?”

“Oh Tom! It was… it was… incredible!” As I sat up I could tell that the belt had truly done its job the night before and that I would have reminders with me for several days. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

There was truly no way to thank him for such an evening but I can promise you I gave it my very best and Tom seemed completely pleased with my efforts. Tom and I have had some incredibly wonderful time over our many years together but the night of the massage will stay with me for a long time to come. I think you can see why it needed a post of its very own.

Our Trip

2011-04-10T02:00:00.004-04:00

Our trip… I don’t even know if I can begin to describe it. I had spoken to Sue, kissed Willow and the cats and we were out the door. A plane from Tom’s office was going to CA. Once we got there we grabbed a commercial flight. A car picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to the house Tom had rented. I have to tell you it took my breath away! The back of the house – all glass opened onto an infinity pool that seemed to empty into the Pacific. Everywhere you looked the beauty overwhelmed.

I suppose depending on your outlook you could say this was 100% Tom’s vacation. He was completely in charge of every detail (including me) but at the same time the vacation seemed totally for me too. Tom rarely left my side – or backside it seemed – for the entire trip! It was his goal, done with good nature, to assure I saw him as the complete and unchallenged head of our household.

After our first look through the house Tom told me to unpack while he checked that all the food he had ordered had been delivered. But I couldn’t wait “No Tom lets swim first. Just look at that pool!”

Tom sighed. “I see that I’m going to be very busy this week.” Leading me to the bedroom, Tom had me over his knee and my panties gone before I realized that I was going to be spanked. “I said unpack – I didn’t say let’s go for a swim, all in good time, Cassie, my time.”

Oh so that was the way it was going to be! I had to laugh as he let me up and gave me one of his ‘stern’ stares. I could see the humor and delight in his eyes and I replied like the perfect, docile, submissive wife I truly am. “Yes dear, I’ll unpack right now. Shall I unpack for you too?” Tom rolled his eyes at my tone and told me just to unpack for myself. He’d do his later.

I was smiling and rubbing the sting away as Tom headed back to the kitchen. But as I got deeper into my suitcase I lost the smile. “Tom what have you done?” I shouted. In the suit case there was not one pair of slacks or shorts! There was no bathing suit and as I dug still deeper I realized that I was also had no panties!

Tom came back in the room and I let him have it! “No shorts? We’re in Hawaii for heaven sakes! I don’t like wearing skirts all the time and where are my panties? You did this on purpose. I don’t even have a bathing suit. Do you want me to go to the beach stark naked?”

“I packed what I want you to wear this week. I prefer you in skirts and I’m not allowing panties this week.”

“You won’t allow… I can’t wear…. I never heard of…” I was just sputtering and fussing when Tom stopped me mid-sentence with a long, slow, wonderful kiss. This was a kiss that made me wonder why I needed any clothes at all. And soon enough I didn’t. What a wonderful welcome to Hawaii! Some people get a lei at the airport, while others… Well anyway it was a lovely encounter!

Soon enough we made it to the pool. Lovely, just lovely. Tom was right that I had no need for a suit in the pool and I later found he had one in his suitcase for a dip or two in the ocean. Wearing a dress or skirt for the entire week wasn’t so bad but being without my panties – now that was something altogether different. It was unsettling to say the least.

Tom got exactly the reaction from me he wanted. His ‘I’m the boss campaign’ seemed to consist of spanking me three or four time a day! My poor bottom was sore and stinging most of the week. He was creative; I’ll give him that – I think I was spanked over every piece of furniture in the house! But the place he seemed most partial to was the pool! Oh, why does a wet bottom make it sting so much more? And why does Tom have to know that? He had brought several implements, both wooded and leather and I once made the comment at least he didn’t want to get any of the implements wet. Only to have Tom make the observation that water wouldn’t hurt ivory! Thankfully he was kidding and I never saw that horrible thing!

On our daily outings, every time we would leave the house, he would give me a ‘warning’ spanking to use his words “Assure you act like a lady”. His weapon of choice at those times was that darn slipper of his. I hate that thing too. It makes me feel raw and very much in need of silk panties afterwords. Not possible on this trip!

So off we would head to wherever we were going with me totally conscience of my freshly spanked bottom. There was certainly a naughty feel to it. It was also unsettling, annoying and embarrassing since, there is no other way to put it, Hawaii is breezy! But Tom seemed to love every minute of my discomfort, the old devil! Once as we sat on a bench taking in the lovely view he noticed me shifting a bit and ask me “Are you thinking of me now Sweetheart?”

Giving him a withering look, I replied “Yes I’m thinking of you. Would you like to know exactly what I’m thinking?”

Tom laughed out loud and put his arm around me. “I don’t think it would be in your best interest to tell me. Just thinking it has earned you a spanking as soon as we get home.”

And that was the way our week went. He was in charge yet he pampered me outrageously with long luxurious baths, swims under the moonlight, he cooked for me and often fed me. It was outrageously decadent on my part yet I never knew when I would be upended for a sound spanking for the least little thing. But even those, as painful as many were (and they were!), they were given in total fun. It was also a week of love making, whenever we wanted to, wherever we wanted to. We were together every moment. We talked and talked…about our past, our present and our future. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was more content.

We’re home now – back to the real world but my mind is often in Hawaii. I’m wearing skirts more often, I’ve been home every day when Tom arrives home, and I’ve even cut back on my activities. None of these changes has a thing to do with being spanked either. That week just reinforced in my mind how much in love I really am and that no matter what is going on in my life – my Tom is the most important thing in my world. I would say the trip was a complete success.

There was one very special evening on the trip. I’ll tell you about that soon.

Tom says ENOUGH!

2011-04-05T00:02:00.002-04:00

Okay I’ve delved into the past long enough. I think it’s time to let you know what been happening more recently. First off I’ve been busy, very busy! The weather is getting warmer; I like to bike every day with Willow. I have spent hours at the club both active and sitting visiting. A new book club has formed in our neighborhood. Allie and Ryan were home for spring break and we had such fun. But to be honest I have been exhausted. Unfortunately, Tom noticed too.

Several weeks ago during one of my business times I came home close to six. Tom was already home. Normally he greets me at the door but he was nowhere to be seen. I called for him as I walked through the house but got no answer. Coming to the bedroom I saw he was at the French doors looking out.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” I asked as I went to him. As he turned toward me I saw he was holding the ivory brush and I stopped dead in my tracks. I had been a positive angel during that time. In fact I hadn’t even had a spanking of any kind in almost 2 weeks. I had not done one thing to deserve a spanking much less with that vile thing. I was at a total loss.

“Whoa! What’s going on? Tom I haven’t done anything.”

Pointing with the brush Tom indicated for me to have a seat. It’s been so long since I’ve been spanked with that thing I nearly took flight but since my conscience was clear, I sat. Usually I can sense Tom’s moods but I was not picking up anything. Was he angry? Annoyed? Teasing? The brush is not usually around unless it’s serious so I was at a loss.

“Where have you been?” Tom asked.

“Why Tom I had that doctor’s appointment this afternoon, you knew that.”

“The appointment was at 3:30. Did it last this long?” He asked, patting the brush gently into his palm.

“Well, no,” I answered. “But since I was in town already I thought I’d pick up a few things.”

“And you didn’t think of calling me to let me know you’d be late. Did you even have your phone with you? You didn’t answer it.”

“I didn’t … Oh Tom I’m sorry. I had to turn it off in the doctor’s office. I forgot to turn it back on. You’re not going to use that horrible thing just because I forgot to turn my phone on one time are you?”

Tom came over and sat on the bed across from me. “You know I like you to be home when I get here. Do you know how many times I’ve beaten you home in the last 9 days that I’ve worked? Seven!” he told me before I had a chance to reply. “Seven times! You are gone all day and then you fall asleep by 8 in the evening each night. You’re doing too much and I’m here to tell you ENOUGH!”

“Now you listen to me,” he went on, “after I’m through here you will have 15 minutes to call your playmates and let them know you will not be available for the next week at least.”

It was about that time I began to get hot! And by hot I mean steam was close to coming out my ears! Leaping to my feet I told him in no uncertain terms, “Tom Duff, you better rethink that and I don’t mean maybe! If you think you’re going to ‘ground’ me like a child you got another think coming. I haven’t done anything wrong and the only way you’re going to keep me in this house for a week it to tie me up!”

I wasn’t on my feet long. Tom had me over his lap in one smooth move and I realized the strategic error in getting out of the chair in the first place. “Tying you up, hummm… darn good idea.” Tom was saying as I struggled. He pulled me firmly to him and I braced myself for the first swat with my mortal enemy.

But it was not the brush but Tom’s hand that began peppering my behind with firm swats. “Cassie Jane,” he began, “do I have your complete and undivided attention? The brush is right here if I feel your mind is wandering.”

“I’m listening!” I hastily assured him. “You don’t need the brush!” I’m not sure he believed me because the spanking surely kicked up a notch. After a minute or two he began talking again.

“Then listen, you will not be going out with Sue. You will not be going to the gym. You will not be walking Willow. No book club, no baby showers, not even any doctor’s visits. Enough!” And before I could pitch another fit he continued, “Because you and I are headed to Hawaii for a week. Just the two of us – no golf clubs, no computers, no phones – just us. I want my wife back and I intend to have her.”

Had I heard him right?

Evidently I had because Tom sat me on my feet and laughed at my stunned look. “Now don’t think you’re getting off scott free! I plan to take the time on this trip to fully remind you of who is in charge of this family and exactly where your attention needs to be focused.”

I was still amazed. I mean we do travel often but this was simply out of the blue, Tom had said nothing about taking time off work. But as what he said sank in I was thrilled! A whole week alone with Tom! There is nothing in the world I wanted more.

“When are we going? I have to let Sue know we’ll be gone. I have to pack and we’ll have to see if Drew will look after Willow and then I have to…”

“Cassie” Tom said in a warning tone. “This is what I’m talking about. You relax; I’ve everything taken care of. Willow will stay next door with Drew and you are all packed. We are leaving the house in 45 minutes. All you have to do is call Sue and tell her you won’t have your phone with you. I’ll have my phone for emergencies and that’s it. You won’t need yours because you won’t be out of my sight!”

“Wait a minute! You packed for me? I don’t think…”

One stinging smack with the brush caused me to jump. “Who’s in charge here?” Tom asked sternly.

That was it! I gave in completely and laughed. I didn’t care what he had packed! I was going to spend a vacation with the most wonderful man in the world! And what a vacation it was! I’ll tell you all about it soon!

A bit more of the past

2011-04-02T02:00:00.002-04:00

I found this the other day and I wanted to post it. Now for those of you that have been reading here the very longest (my dear brother Paul) you may remember this story. I thought it was lost. This was my attempt to fictionalize some of the early years. I wrote at the request of a friend nearly 5 years ago. It was posted on her blog but I never got around to posting it here.

Most of the time when I write I just farble along with my daily life and what Sue and I or Allie and I are up to and, of course, Tom’s views on whatever that might have been. This story was written a little differently. I hope you’ll like it.

It wasn’t going to work, it was a nice try but it was not going to work. He wanted a submissive and that just wasn’t her style. It was romantic and exciting at first but he was serious. He would be in charge and if she broke his rules he was going to spank her – hard! Nope, too many rules. One of them had to move on, it just couldn’t work.

But the thought of losing him made her chest hurt. She would miss him. They were good together. Lying in his arms at night; talking during the day. So much was good! Why did he have to be so unbending? He had to know it wasn’t going to last. Why didn’t he get it over with? Why wouldn’t he leave? Everyone from her past had always left. Why couldn’t he go before she loved him even more? Didn’t he see it was no use? Why prolong the inevitable? Someone had to go.

So she left. He knew which friend would take her in so she avoided them. She could survive on her own. She didn’t need anyone. The cheap, seedy bars she frequented at night were not her usual haunts so she felt safe from discovery. They were rough places, but it was what she deserved. She missed him. She missed him so much, but she couldn’t to go back. No one was going to tell her what to do.

What was she looking for in the bars? She didn’t want sex, she didn’t want companionship, she just wanted the right to be there. She wanted the thrill of possible danger. What she found were scary, violent men. When the urge to bolt from home died away she couldn’t go back. She couldn’t let him see her with a black eye and split lip.

It had been nearly two weeks; would he have stopped looking by now? She called her friend for refuge. Her friend picked her up, she thought she was safe. But it wasn’t the refuge she had sought; he was there. She would rather have been back on the floor of the bar being punched that to see the pain on his face.

He didn't want to talk on the way home. He said morning would be soon enough. She woke to find him starting at her. He was quiet when he told her what he had to say; she wouldn’t be leaving him again. Whatever she needed, whatever she was searching for he was going to provide it. She tried to draw back into the pillows as he picked up the brush, tears came to her eyes. She shudder slightly, thinking of how the brush felt, how much it burned, how much she resisted being over his lap and how much she truly wanted to be able to let go of the fear and keep only the love. It would happen, it would come, but it would take time.

Way back when, part 5

2011-03-19T01:30:00.004-04:00

This story began way back here.

I couldn’t believe what Tom had just said. “What do you mean?” I asked in shock. “You just wore me out! Tom, I can hardly sit. You can’t spank me again!”

“Cassie you ran away. If you ever do that again you can expect that exact reunion. You can call it a warm up for all I care but when we get home we’ll address the issues at hand.”

My bottom was throbbing. Every turn of the car was a painful reminder of our ‘reunion’ and the thought of more on top of what I was feeling was something I couldn’t think about. “Honey, please,” I started. “I’ve told you I was sorry can’t you…”

“Cassie I said we would discuss it at home, not in the car. You need to hush.”

I hate it when Tom won’t let me talk and it’s ever worse when he won’t talk to me. I liked the idea of talking it out while both of his hands were firmly on the wheel. So I tried again, “Tom don’t be like that. I was coming home this morning. You’ve spanked me. Let’s forget it.”

Tom slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road and turned to look at me. “Do I need to make sure I have your full attention before I repeat myself one more time?”

Suddenly realizing he was perfectly capable of blistering my bottom again right there on the side of the road and knowing I would still get another at home I hastily apologized and promised to be quiet until we arrived.

“That’s a very good idea.” Tom told me in a serious voice and he pulled back onto the road. My heart was pounding but I stayed quiet as a mouse until we arrived home. Tom came around to open my door and just getting out of the car and standing was an ordeal.

As soon as we got in I had to keep trying. “Tom I’m so sorry. I really am. Honey, I didn’t get any sleep. I need a shower. Can’t we discuss this later; maybe over a glass of wine… maybe in bed… let me show you how sorry I am…” Unfortunately Tom was not accepting my offer.

“Take your shower, and then we’ll talk.” Tom told me as he led me to the bedroom. I sighed and headed toward our bath. “Leave the door opened.” He told me, “I want to keep my eye on that window.”

Under the circumstances I wasn’t comfortable undressing in front of my own husband but I did as I was told. I so wished he would join me in the shower. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. I showered as long as I dared. I knew he was waiting on me. Tom was sitting in a chair in the bedroom watching me as I dried off. It gave me such a strange feeling. I finally took a deep breath, donned a robe and joined him.

Actually I sat on the bed clutching a pillow as though it were armor. I didn’t say anything. I knew there wasn’t one thing to say that was going to change his mind. He kept staring for the longest time.

Standing up he finally spoke. “You messed up girl. You didn’t stay home when I told you to, you were going to lie to me about it, you ran away from me, and then you hung up on me when I was worried to death about where you were. You’re not going to do that again.” Sadly, for my behind, that wasn’t exactly true but I surely would have been willing to swear at that moment that I would never do any of those things again.

Tom picked up the ivory brush from the dresser and coming to the bed took both the pillow and the robe. I was protesting but he was listening to nothing and sailed into my extremely sore bottom with seemingly full force. And suddenly he was full of questions.

“What possessed you to leave the house when I told you you were not to do so?” How can he expect me to answer question while he is scorching my bottom?

But I knew he did expect it so I managed to gasp out “Sue called and begged me to go to the casino with her. She had some free tickets to the buffet and didn’t want them to go to waste. Owwwww!” I added as he continued to spank.

“So you thought going with Sue when I told you to stay home was a good idea? What do you think now?”

“Owwww… No!! It was a horrible idea. Please stop!!” I wailed.

Tom paused a moment the asked, “When you went out the window what happened, where did you go?”

“Westly.” I answered truthfully. Ten more licks had me squirming like mad to get off his lap with no success.

“I mean right then!” he said angrily. “I looked all over for you.”

I didn’t want to say but I didn’t dare hesitate. “I stuck around and hid in Sue’s car. I was in it when she left.”

Tom paused, “Do you mean to tell me Sue knew exactly where you were all night? I’m going to ring her neck!”

I felt like suggesting he run right over to their house and take care of that immediately, anything to get him to stop spanking.

“You didn’t use a card last night. Where did you get the money for the hotel?” You have no idea at the incredible speed the mind can sort through and discard various scenarios when your backside is ablaze. I could tell him I borrowed some money from Sue – then I could keep the money I won gambling. But I wasn’t sure how soon I could get to Sue to tell her. If Tom got there first and found I had lied again… well that was something I simply couldn’t risk at the moment.

“I won a little at the casino.” I managed to gasp out.

“How much?” he asked

Heaven help me I hesitated a moment too long and 5 blistering licks land at exactly the same spot on my upper thigh!

“Not there!” I screeched before I managed to gasp out, “$700!”

“Alright Cassie,” Tom said as he began to lightly rub the smooth side of the brush around my bottom, “Do you feel I’ve gotten through to…”

“Yes, yes, Tom! I’ll never do it again!” I promised.

That only earned me another hard pop. “You listen to what I’m saying before you answer me.”

I shut up and listened to every word he had to say. I had no idea what the words actually were. But he wasn’t spanking and I surely didn’t what it to start again. But it finally ended with “… do you understand?” And I sincerely and readily agreed, to whatever it was he had said.

He rubbed a bit but I could hardly stand it. He sat me on my feet and said “Go get me the money before I take care of your bottom.”

I wasn’t about to argue. Tom has never allowed me to have large amounts of cash. Please understand he denies me nothing, but it goes on a credit card and he sees everything. I liked having a little ‘mad money’ but I quickly got what was left of the $700 (which was most of it) and turned it over.

I lay on the bed then as Tom put lotion on my bottom. I was so raw it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. But I gritted my teeth and said nothing. Tom hadn’t slept the night before either so he joined me in bed and held me. I was drowsy and content for the moment, in spite of my pain, pulled close to Tom.

I was near sleep when it hit me. Something had happened that day that in my dread of the consequences I had completely missed. I had bolted, I had run away from Tom… and he had come after me. That had never happened to me before. When I had been with other men and bolted (or they had) there was nothing more than a ‘good riddance’. Tom had cared that I left, he wanted me back, and he came for me and claimed me as his. As I thought about it I was blown away.

Gingerly I turned over so I could look at Tom as he slept. This beautiful man was mine. He loved me. He wanted me with him. He would protect me. He would guide me and always, always keep me safe. Turning back over I gasped as Tom pulled me close even in his sleep and my thoroughly spank bottom was pressed against him. That wasn’t the last time I ran. It was years before I really, fully believed that Tom loved me and wasn’t going to leave, hard to believe now, but I had had no experience with real love before. It’s been an amazing journey. One I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

Way back when, part 4

2011-03-17T01:00:00.002-04:00

I appreciate you all coming back for longer stories, this one began here.

I slept fretfully that night. I didn’t sleep well until about six but then I fell asleep until around nine. I woke feeling rough. I had no change of clothing, no tooth brush, I felt like a wreck. I knew I was going to have to go home, and soon.

I was just coming awake good when someone began pounding on the door. It had to be Tom. But how on earth had he found me? I’d slept in my clothes and I knew I looked like the devil. Tentatively I peeked though the eye-hole.

It was Sue and she had coffee.

“How did you know which room I was in?” was my first question.

“You don’t think after all these years I know your fake name?” She then started in on me. “Tom about ready to call out the National Guard. He has Steve and Andy and probably half a dozen others out looking for you. If he had any idea you had left with me I think I’d be tied to an ant hill by now. You have to come home.”

A small shiver shook me and I nodded. Sue is rarely seriously but her next words and her tone made me realize she was dead serious about what she was asking me. “Cassie, what is it? I know you’re scared to go home. What are you afraid Tom's going to do to you? You’re not scared because he’s going to be mad and yell. But you’re scared. Cassie does he hit you? I never thought he was like…”

I recoiled as she said the name of my first husband.

“NO!” I said with passion. “Don’t you ever say that! Don’t even say his name to me again. Tom like that… that…?” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “You’re insane!” I snapped.

“Well then what is it?” she shouted back at me. “Tell me what has you so scared that you ran away. TELL ME!”

“He paddles me.” I blurted out. “There, are you satisfied?”

“He does what?”

My face was burning with embarrassment. But I'd said it and I was stuck. I couldn’t allow her to think that Tom treated me poorly. He certainly didn’t, but how can you explain this to someone who know nothing about the dynamics of a spanking relationship. I couldn’t even bring myself to use the word ‘spanking’. I was simply too embarrassed and somehow the word paddling sounded gentler.

Sue was still staring at me in total disbelief. Finally she said “You mean on the butt? Like, he spanks your butt? Oh this is hysterical!” The absurdity of what I had told her, along with her relief that I wasn’t again in an abusive situation was too much for her. She could no longer contain her laughter and she simply cut loose.

I don’t know which emotion I was feeling the most – mortification or anger but they seemed to be running pretty much neck and neck.

“Shut – up!” I yelled, “It’s not funny!”

“The hell it isn’t.” she choked out.

I turned my back on her until she was able to compose herself. She finally came over to me and put her arm around me. “I’m sorry. Honest I am. I didn’t mean to laugh but I thought the bastard was really beating you or something. I was ready to kill him. Driving up here I was thinking of places to hide the body and now you tell me he pops you on the butt when he’s mad… hey, that sounds reasonable to me.”

“Well it hurts some.” I snapped “and it’s embarrassing!”

Perhaps I hadn’t given her the total truth but it was the closest I could do at the time. Over the years she had seen me sitting sensitive a time or two and wondered but I don’t think she had any real idea of what I was talking about until she actually saw it on the cruise. And we never really talked about it in detail for another 30 years.

“You’ll live.” She told me without much sympathy. “Come on, lets go home.”

We both turned as we heard a key in the door. It was Tom and his presents seemed to fill the room.

Sue grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “Don’t give me one of your looks.” She told Tom as she passed, “I’m going. Call me later Cassie.” And out she went leaving me with Tom.

How can you be so happy and so scared to see someone at the same time? First came the hug. I was so happy to be enveloped in his arms I almost forgot what was coming next. He held me for the longest time. It felt like heaven but sadly it didn’t last forever.

In one swift movement it went from a hug to being face down over his lap. He didn’t say a word. He just bared my bottom and began with his hand as hard as he could. It was excruciating! It was exactly what I had feared all that restlessness night. I thought I could feel all his fear and frustration coming right through his hand. I didn’t think he was going to stop. I tried not cry out but it was impossible. Finally I was pleading with him to stop and promising perfect behavior for the rest of my life.

I was a sobbing mess when he finally stopped. I needed him to rub so badly. I couldn’t stand it. As he stood me on my feet I reached back to do some rubbing myself. “No, leave it.” Tom commanded. I managed to keep my hands from rubbing but I was shifting my weight trying to get some relief.

Tom handed me my purse, there wasn’t really anything else in the room, and ushered me to the car. I was so sore I dreaded sitting. Tom opened the door for me as I eased in gingerly. Tom reached over for the seat belt (which I didn’t usually use at that time) and tightened it firmly enough to make me gasp.

Tom got into the car and turned to look at me. He had conflicting emotions in his face. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He finally took a deep breath and said, “Cassie, you have no idea how much I love you.” I leaned my head back against the seat and took a relaxing breath until I heard Tom finished with, “But when I get you home, I’m going to wear you out.”

Way back when, part 3

2011-03-15T01:00:00.002-04:00

Sue and I didn’t talk much on the 30 mile trip to Westly. I know she wanted to ask questions but she also knew I didn’t want to discuss Tom anymore. When she let me out at the hotel she asked “You want me to come in.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to talk but I didn’t want to be alone either. “No.” I finally answered. “Just don’t tell Steve or Tom you’ve seen me since you left the house. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You have to go home and face him sometime you know.” Sue seemed a little concerned. “ Awww… come on and let me take you back before this gets out of hand. So he’s pissed. He’ll get over it. Come on let’s go home already.”

I wavered momentarily but I was in deep and I just couldn’t back out. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I repeated and headed in. I used a fake name. It wasn’t hard back then and if anyone was suspicious that I had no luggage they never said anything to me. My winnings from the casino that day kept me from having to use a card. I felt that I was pretty well hidden for the moment.

When I reached the room I drew a shaky sigh of relief. But overwhelming loneliness and guilt hit me too. I did think I had the right to come and go as I pleased, but I had told Tom I would stay home and I hadn’t. I felt horrible. I really wanted to go home but you have to understand that back then I HATED being spanked! I hated the pain, I hated the embarrassment, I hated the loss of control, I hated every bit of it. During the first part of our marriage Tom only spanked for punishment and gracious he was good at it! I wrote here about when things turned around a little but early on I would do ANYTHING to avoid a spanking – except mind Tom, of course.

As my lonely evening wore on I couldn’t stand it any longer. I called Tom. He answered on the first ring with,

“Cassie is that you?”

“It’s me.” I managed in a shaky voice. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I went out with Sue today and I’m sorry I was going to lie about it. And I’m really sorry I ran out on you. Will you forgive me?”

“Cassie, where are you? I just want you home. You know I’ll forgive you. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

I felt such relief wash over me. “Tom, do you really forgive me? You’re not just saying that? You won’t spank me?” I knew if he said he wouldn’t, then he wouldn’t.

“Cassie,” his voice was worried but it still sounded soothing to me, “you know I love you. When I say I’ll forgive you, you know I will. I’d forgive you anything. I want you to come home. We need to be together so we can talk this thing through.”

I was crying with relief. I started to speak when Tom continued, “But you need to know that when I do get hold of you I’m going to wear you out.”

“But… but…” I sputtered. That particular phrase always sent a shiver down my spine – still does. “I said I was sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ve learned my lesson, okay. There is no reason to spank me.”

Cassie, you’ve said you’re sorry and I believe you. You can believe me when I tell you you’ll be forgiven but neither of those things changes the consequences you have coming. Now where are you?”

“That’s not FAIR!!” I shouted into the phone.

Tom continued in his soothing voice. I was wishing what he was saying had been as soothing. “And why is it not fair? I told you straight up, before we were married that you were going to have to do as I said that that lying would not be tolerated. And I made it quite clear that I would spank you for breaking my rules.”

I remembered that conversation only vaguely. He had said something about me calming down and listening to him, letting him keep me safe, never lying to him. I remember him saying something about spanking me (he had only spanked once at that time) so I didn’t believe him for a minute. And besides during that conversation I distinctly remember trying to take his shirt off and turn his mind to things other than a long lecture. My saying yes at that time, when my mind was on other things, shouldn’t have meant a thing. One should not be held to a contract agreed to under such circumstances.

At that moment, as he talked to me on the phone I wanted to be with him so badly. But I couldn’t give in. I’m afraid it wasn’t the last time my stubbornness and self-destructive streak kept me from using my common sense. I slammed the phone down and cried myself to sleep.

Way back when..., continues

2011-03-12T22:30:00.002-05:00

I'm going back and telling a story from the old days. You can go back here to catch the beginning.

I remembered Tom kissing me good-by the next morning but with no particular reason to get up I had rolled over and snuggled down to sleep as late as I wanted. I had just dragged myself up and had my coffee when the phone rang.

“Get dressed! I won two free buffet luncheons at the casino last night. I’ll pick you up at 12:00. We’ll eat and spend the afternoon at the craps tables.”

I loved the luncheons at the casino and at that time gambling was one of my favorite past times! Tom’s rules drove me crazy. But like a good girl I told Sue. “I can’t go. I’m exhausted, really. Tom wanted me to stay home today. Can’t we go tomorrow?

“Exhausted my ass! No we can’t go tomorrow, the tickets are for today. Now get ready.”

“Okay, sure, I’ll go but we have to be home before 5:00. Tom really didn’t want me going out today and he’s going to be ticked if he finds out.”

“Fine, anything you say but I have to tell you, you are starting to pay way too much attention to what Tom says. You need to get over that.”

Easy for her to say. Back then, even more so than today, Tom spanked hard! Now there was no way on earth I was letting Sue know that. But although I liked to go out and have my fun, spankings were something I really tried to avoid.

But I went, of course, and we had a wonderful time. I was even having a pretty good streak and won over $700 that afternoon. We pulled into the driveway just before 5:00. That was the earliest Tom got home, it was usually closer to 6:00 but I still peeked into the garage with my heart pounding. Tom’s car was not home and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Sue came in and joined me for another glass of wine and picked up a topic I really wanted her to leave alone. “What’s with Tom anyway? Why would you be so worried if he knew you had gone out today? Are you some kinda of prisoner or what?”

“It’s not that… well, I mean he worries when I get tired and crabby so he told me to stay home. I usually don’t mind doing what he asks. Honest Sue, he’s the best man in the world but… well, sometimes it’s hard doing everything he wants me to. I have to be creative. He wanted me to stay home. I wanted to go. I’ll tell him I stayed home – he’s happy. I got to go anyway – I’m happy. This way we both win.”

“That’s not really the way I see it.” Tom said coming out of the bedroom.

I thought I was going to have a coronary! I truly couldn’t speak. My heart was lurching in my chest and I wasn’t able to make a sound.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Sue asked seeing I was totally incapable.

“I had the car serviced this afternoon and they drove me home. I came home a little early to get to spend some time with Cassie. But she wasn’t here.” Tom hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

“Yeah well, that’s my fault. I really needed her today. I had to talk her into it. Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming home so early.” Sue seemed to sense I needed saving although at the time she didn’t know from what.

“Cassie’s old enough to make her own choices.” Tom answered her, still looking at me. “I don’t think she made a very good choice today.”

“Oh what’s the big friggin’ deal? We went to lunch – get over it!” Sue told him.

“The big deal was,” Tom said, still not looking away “I asked her to stay home and she said she would. Cassie, I’m like to speak with you alone. Would you wait in the bedroom while I show Sue out?”

I still hadn’t regained the power of speech. Clutching my bag I left the room without glancing at Sue. Sue was angry. “You’re sending her to her room? What is your problem?” Sue continued telling Tom what she thought of him for a few minutes before Tom was able to get her moving.

Tom was escorting her to the door even as she was speaking. Totally ignoring her rant he was saying “I’m sure Cassie will call you tomorrow. Give my best to Steve.”

Sue didn’t like the ‘Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry’ routine but finding herself outside she stormed to her car and yanked open her door before turning back to Tom standing at the door.

“Let me tell you one thing you big jerk, Cassie’s been married to one asshole. I won’t see her in that situation again. If I ever find out you ever lay one finger on her I’ll… I’ll…”

“Will you get your ass in this car and drive?” I hissed from my hiding place in the back seat of Sue’s car. I had startled Sue nearly as badly as Tom had startled me earlier but she recovered quickly.

She looked back at Tom and spat out “You’re an ass. You better have Cassie call me.”

Sue waited until she turned the corner and was out of sight of the house before she spoke. “You scared the crap outta me! What are you doing?”

“Momentarily avoiding confrontation.” I answered.

“So where we going?” Sue wanted to know. “My house?”

“No, too close.” I closed down my mind. I didn’t want to imagine Tom coming into the bedroom and finding I had made a break for it. The open window wouldn’t leave much doubt. “Drive me to Westly.” I told Sue, “I think I need a hotel for a few nights.”

Way back when...

2011-03-11T02:00:00.003-05:00

Allie and Ryan are doing well since their little spat. Thinking about it the other day, Allie taking Ryan’s car and all, I had to laugh. Running away from Tom was something I did much too frequently during the first few years of our marriage. But I never took his car. I mention that to him one night and asked, out of morbid curiosity, what he would have done.

“Would you like me to show you?” he asked in mock seriousness. “I feel like you know exactly what I would have done. Still would, for that matter, if you pulled a stunt like that. I hope Ryan got that nipped in the bud.”

I lay back against Tom and thought back to those days. I could tell you many stories of me running out on him. Sometimes I was only gone a short time but there were times I evaded him for a week or more. I don’t think there are many things I have ever done that have made him any madder. I’m afraid some of the stories are pretty dark – it was a bad time, but some strike me as funny now. NOT that I would ever tell Tom that. And truly there are parts of my anatomy that thought all those incidents were dark and scary.

Before we were married, back when I was a wild child, I needed constant activity. During the day we had brunches, shopping trips, visits to the casino (this, of course, was before the infamous cruise), luncheons, club meetings, afternoon teas, dinner and dancing and sometimes all night parties, I just had to be doing. Stopping and having time to think was something I didn’t like. It was a bit better after we married but old habits die hard. When Tom was at work I had to be on the go. Often this swirl of activity was too much for too long and I would become exhausted and quite ill tempered and snappish with Tom in the evenings.

Tom, of course, would only put up with this for so long before he put his foot down. Sometimes Tom would take off and spend the day at home with me. Those days were wonderful. He would pamper me and it was a wonderful day of rest and relaxation.

One evening I arrived home after Tom (something he didn’t like to begin with) and I was so tired. I think I came in biting Tom’s head off about something. I was just on a tear. Tom took all he was going to take. “Cassie, I know you’re tired and I know why. All this running around is going to stop. I don’t want you leaving this house tomorrow. I can’t stay home with you but you're going to stay home and resting. We’ll see about the next day but I’m not putting up with your attitude any longer.”

“I’ll do as I damn well please!”I flared. “Nobody tells me when I may come and go. Stay the hell out of my business!”

I know, you all feel free to groan at this point. But in my defense we hadn’t been married a year. If I managed to go a few weeks with no spanking I tended to forget exactly what it was like and I reverted to my old self. Unfortunately for me, Tom was his old self too!

I got about three swats with his hand before he realized I was wearing a girdle. Rather than try to wrestle it off at the moment he quickly pulled me into the kitchen and laid into my latex encased bottom with a wooden spoon. He was burning me up with that thing, hard and fast and no let up. I was yelling but managed not to cuss while doing it. I was much more compliant when he was finished. So when he told me to get ready for bed I didn’t argue.

That darn girdle! It was retaining the heat from the spanking to the point of cruelty. Yet taking that horribly tight thing off was a punishment in itself. You young women have no idea how awful it was to have to wear those things. As I finally freed myself from its evil clutches I angrily threw it in the trash. Tom walked in then with my supper on a tray.

“That’s the perfect place for that thing.” Tom said, glancing at my discarded foundation garment. “I hate when you wear that.”

“It’s not like I want to wear one, you know.” I fussed. “I’m just trying to look good for you most of the time.”

“I’ve see you without one on occasion and I found you quite appealing.” He told me with a smile.

I slipped on my gown and curled up on the bed. Tom had brought me in a light supper. He sat the tray on the bed and turned serious. “Cassie, your attitude this evening is a perfect example of what I’ve been telling you. You do too much. You get tired and ill tempered and I’m not putting up with it. Now you are not leaving this house tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

I didn’t like it one bit. I felt like a child being grounded. I tried to get a little leeway as I ate. “I’m sorry I was so ugly when I got home. I’ll cut back honey, honest I will. But I don’t like not being able to come and go as I like. Can’t you stay home tomorrow?”

“We have people coming in from out of state and I have to be at work tomorrow. But you better listen to me girl.”

“Fine!” I snapped. “But I don’t like it. You’re not fair!”

“I’m not asking you to like it. But I’m telling you to mind me.”

It annoyed the devil out of me when he told me to ‘mind’ but I didn’t say anymore. I had every intention of acquiescing to Tom’s wished. At least that was the plan until Sue called.

Allie pays the price

2011-02-28T02:00:00.005-05:00

You'll need to go back here for the beginning of this story.

Late that afternoon I called Sue to see if she knew anything. She didn’t. “Steve wouldn’t even let me go for a walk in that direction so I could try to hear anything.” She fumed.

“Well come on down, we’ll get some dinner. But if I don’t hear from Allie soon I’m headed down there.”

“No you aren’t.” Tom commented as he walked by.

Thankfully he didn’t turn to see the face I made at him. We decided to order pizza, plenty in case the children joined us. And finally they did. Although I could see traces of some tears, Allie seemed to radiate contentment and beauty. As we got our food there was a ball game coming on, not my way to spend the evening!

“Gentlemen,” I addressed the men, “if you don’t mind I think we ladies might watch a moving while you have your sports evening. We’ll be in the theater in you need us.”

Tom kissed my cheek and murmured in my ear “And you can’t talk about us nearly as well when we’re in the same room, correct?”

“Correct.” I agreed, and added “I love you.”

We gathered our food and headed to our home theater. I love the theater for its privacy and it also happens to have the most cushioned and comfortable seats in the house. We gave Allie enough time for a teenager to scarf down two pieces of pizza before we could take it no longer. “Well…?” I prodded her.

Allie hesitated. “I don’t know if I can talk about it. It’s embarrassing.”

“Bullshit!” Sue blurted out. “As many old war stories as you’ve heard from us? Girl, you better start talking or the only stories you’ll hear from us will be about our bunions or re-runs of ‘Murder She Wrote!’ Now start talking.”

I love having a friend who can put things so succinctly! I said nothing but my look let her know I expected to hear everything.

Allie sighed, blushed slightly and told the following story –

I have to admit I was scared. I love Ryan and I knew he wasn’t really going to hurt me but when he really thinks I screwed up those spankings hurt! And I had stolen his car, no less. He didn’t waste much time when we got to the house. “You probably should go to the bathroom – and you can just leave your jeans and panties in there.”

Does he have any idea how embarrassing it is when he says that? (Yes, I thought to myself as she told us this. I’m sure he knew just how embarrassing it is. Tom does this when he is particularly annoyed to make me as uncomfortable as possible and I know good and well whose Ryan mentor is!) And having to come out wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. I wanted to crawl under the couch! I just wanted to get over his lap where I could hide my face. But he made me stand right in front of him to talk first.

“You know that stupid frat house is the worse on campus. They’re sleeze and nothing else. You went there to get drunk – there was no other reason. You know you aren’t supposed to be drinking at all and around those guys? Allie you were begging for trouble.”

“You were luck you didn’t get their kind of trouble – but you’re in trouble enough now.” Then he had me bend over the back of the couch. I didn’t like that at all, but I figured it wasn’t a good time to complain. He started spanking me with his hand but it seemed to hurt way more than when I’m over his lap. Maybe he had a better swing but it was awful! I was in a terrible position, my feet barely touching the floor and I wanted to reach back so bad! The burn was terrible. And he just kept on! I didn’t hear all of what he was telling me but some of it was some of the things that had happened to girl who had been to some of those parties. The stories seemed to be getting him more and more wound up.

Finally I was begging “Ryan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Owwww… Please stop! Please!” He did finally stop but when I tried to get up he wouldn’t let me.

“You stay right where you are. I’m not finished. Don’t you move.” I could tell he stepped away from the couch. I was dying to rub. My butt was killing me but I didn’t want to add anything to what he might be planning. When he came back he put his hand on my back and said. “Some people who steal cars are arrested and have to go to court. You should be glad you get to skip all that and go right to the punishment.”

He started spanking me with one of those huge, hard kitchen spatulas and I didn’t think anything could hurt so bad. I just howled. I couldn’t help it! I will never be able to use a spatula again without cringing. He used it all over; on my thighs was the worse. I was crying by then and shouting for him to stop; I promised I would never ever touch his car again. Finally he stopped and rubbed his hand all over my rear. When he helped me up I couldn’t help grabbing my butt. It really hurt.

“Allie, we’re not finished yet.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Ryan, please. That’s enough! I can’t take any more.”

“I think you need a break.” he agreed.

All I could think was “Halleluiah!” I was even thinking that with a little make – up kissing and maybe a distraction or two on my part I could talk him out of any more spanking at all. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about.

I couldn’t believe it when Ryan said “You can have a break, go over and stand in that corner.”

Poor Allie looked even more embarrassed as Sue and I both shouted “What?” at the same time. (I was dumbfounded. Where was Ryan getting this from? Tom had tried this once or twice early in our marriage but he soon realized it wasn’t worth the effort. I fought him tooth and nail and would do it to this day if he tried to insist on it. It seems Ryan is branching out on his own.”) Don’t look at me like that Allie begged. I didn’t know what else to do. I was kinda mad when he said it, and at first I refused. “I am not standing in the corner!” And I meant it too.

But when he said “All right then, we’ll just keep going.” Suddenly standing in the corner sounded like a vacation in Maui! I went to the stupid corner feeling like an idiot. I was still rubbing and he didn’t tell me to stop. (I bet not, Tom tells me watching me rub by bottom after he has redden it is one of his all time favorite sights.) I did feel stupid but I got to thinking about the whole thing and how dumb I was for getting myself into this situation. I can’t say it wasn’t a good place to think. When Ryan spoke to me again I almost didn’t want to leave my little corner haven.

“Allie,” I turned to look at him and he pointed over to his computer bag. “Get the brush out and come over here.” I couldn’t believe he had brought the damn thing with him!

I couldn’t help begging “Ryan, please not that, anything else, please.” He just pointed again and didn’t say anything.

I got the horrible thing and brought it to him. He pulled me down over his lap this time and started talking. “You did two things Allie that you can’t ever do again. You lied to me, and you ran away from me. If you ever think about doing either of those two things again you better think back on this.” Then he started spanking with that hairbrush I guess about as hard as he could. I was in agony! My butt had felt a little numb when he was using that spatula but the time in the corner was enough for the numbness to go away and the pain to sink in. Nothing has ever hurt more than that hairbrush! I couldn’t help reaching back (I gasped when she said this – I had once shared with her one of my stories where I had reached back, and the consequences. It seems men really don’t like this.) He just penned my hand to my back and said – that just added 10 more. I was a blubbering mess when he finally stopped and started rubbing the brush over my scalded rear.

“Allie, you can tell me anything. We can talk about anything. You can yell and cuss and fuss if you need to about whatever. But just be honest with me. Will you do that? And one last thing. I can’t stop you from coming and going as you please but as long as we’re together you don’t just get mad and leave in a huff. You tell me if you're going off anywhere. You got that?”

I would have agreed to anything at that moment, but I meant it when I promised him I would be honest and that I wouldn’t run off again. “Good” he told me. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now these are for reaching back.” Those were the hardest ten of the whole afternoon, five, right at the top of my thighs, on either side. I never wanted to be spanked like that again.

As Allie ended her story I got up and gave her a big hug! “You poor little thing. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“You got a lot of guts kid.” Was Sue’s comment, “I’m impressed.”

“Oh I forgot to tell you, two more things. When we get back to school I have to use my money from babysitting to fill up the car and I have to wash and wax it by myself next week!” I couldn’t quite tell if she was bragging or complaining.

“What has gotten into Ryan? Let me tell you if he starts telling some of these things to Tom and Steve we are going to have words!” But the three of us were laughing by this time. Allie had certainly had a rough afternoon but then I had to admit to myself that she had deserved a rough afternoon. She seemed so happy and bubbly I was forced to admit it had done her a world of good to get it over and done with and not something hanging over her head.

“I want some ice-cream.” Sue said suddenly, "let’s go talk the men away from the game and go get some sundaes.

“That’s a great idea!” Allie agreed “and if they want to finish the game we can always slip off and go get some without them.”

Sue and I both stopped in our tracks to turn and look at Allie. “Oh, I’m just kidding!” she insisted, leading the way. I shook my head as we followed her. I can’t help but worry. That child gets more like me every day – heaven help her!

My afternoon

2011-02-25T02:00:00.001-05:00

This story began back here.

“My Actions! What about my actions? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I insisted.

“Well now, you weren’t exactly honest with Ryan when he called and the boy was really worried.” Tom began.

“Tom, I didn’t lie to you! Are you saying I have to tell everyone in the world all I know? I wanted was to hear the facts from Allie before I spoke with Ryan.”

“And did you get the ‘facts’ by talking to Allie?”

I chose to ignore this questions and Tom went on. “But not coming clean with Ryan isn’t why I’m spanking you.”

“Spanking me! You’re not spanking me at all!” I tried to rise but Tom held me firmly. “Don’t you even think about it buster – I didn’t do anything!”

“Do you know how I feel about you texting me?" he asked. "Do you know how I feel about you turning off your phone?” Tom’s tone was mild but he wasn’t letting go.

“Tom I’ve turned off my phone at other times when I was eating with friends; it would be rude to take a call while at a lunch.” I informed him.

“Girl, you weren’t dinning you were trying to hide from Ryan and me. That’s not the same thing.”

Apparently Tom felt he’d talked long enough. Standing up he set me on my feet and led me, still protesting, to the bedroom.

“That’s enough.” Tom said firmly, putting his finger to my lips. With the skill of a man who has practiced a lifetime I was bare bottom and over his knee in no time.

Tom began with his hand and the first volley of 10 was so hard that it nearly took my breath away. Then he began rubbing. With his hand soothing my bottom and some other intimate touching, I soon realized this spanking was not for discipline. Regardless he began again. I was squirming to get away. It still stung like the devil. He was keeping my mind in a constant swirl. Hard swats – gentle intimate rubbing, his timing for each was erratic and I was having difficulty anticipating.

Tension, relaxation, pain, caresses – it was confusing, arousing. I lost track of time. My dear husband is an amazing man. By the time he laid me back on the bed to make love I’m not sure I could have told you my own name.

Later, much later, we were curled up together on the bed. Tom was stroking my back and I finally realized that the whole wonderful afternoon had been Tom’s way of keeping me occupied and not fretting about Allie and what she might be going through. And let me tell you that plan was an unequivocal success! He is welcomed to distract me in this manner any time he wants to.

My worrying wouldn’t have done Allie any good anyway. Bless her heart, she had chosen her actions and she was living with the consequences. I got to hear about her consequences later that evening.

Ryan tells a different story

2011-02-22T02:00:00.002-05:00

This story begins back here.

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Sue and I both turned to stare at Allie in shock. Sue found her voice first. “You stole Ryan’s car? Ryan was mad enough to spank you and felt he need time to calm down before he did so and you stole his car?? Please tell me I heard you wrong.”

I could only stare at her in shock. Not only was she dealing with a super angry boyfriend over not telling where she had been the night before, she had taken his prize possession. Ryan really didn’t even like Allie driving his car around town when she occasionally needed it. Freshmen weren’t allowed car so at times she did drive his. When she did she was subject to listening to a list of do’s and don’ts that could rival Tom’s lists when I traveled with the girls.

“I didn’t steal it!” Allie was insisting, “It’s not like I’m not giving it back. But I needed to get out and the keys were right there in the bowl by the door and … and … well…” her voice trailed off as she realized that she had no defense.

I had been fairly sure I could convince Ryan he had over reacted and I was planning to do my best to talk him out of spanking her but I quickly lost faith in my ability to do that. I had been in her shoes a time or two when I was a newlywed, leaving without telling Tom so that I could avoid a spanking, but never had I left Tom without transportation of some kind. I didn’t want to think it, but I had a feeling Allie had sealed her fate.

I glance at my watch and realized it was after 1:30. “Allie, you need to call Ryan and I have to call Tom or I’m going to be in trouble. Ryan may have already called him. Child, you are going to have to come home now. You don’t have any choice.” Allie’s look was beginning to change from anger to remorse and she nodded at me.

I dialed Tom. He answered with, “It’s about time you called girl. Now where do you and Sue have Allie stashed?” For some reason that made me mad. How does that man know everything?

“What makes you thing we have Allie?” I demanded.

Tom had sounded a amused when he asked where we had Allie but he sounded totally serious as he said “Are you going to lie to me Cassie?”

I’m no fool I wasn’t about to lie about something he was obviously going to find out about, but I couldn’t help snapping, “I didn’t say we didn’t have her I just asked what make you think that!”

Tom laughed again. “Ryan realized it as soon as he hung up from talking to you. He said the minute he told you Allie was gone and you didn’t go into hysterics and insist he call 911 he should have known you knew exactly where she was.” Another man in my life who can read me too well, just what I need. “Steve and I went and got Ryan and we’re all waiting here at the house.”

That sounded like an ominous grouping to me. I don’t know why I was feeling guilty, I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt uneasy just the same. “We’ll be home in about 20 minutes.” I told him. “But you better calm Ryan down. He started this. Allie didn’t do anything wrong until he scared her. You need to tell him he has no business even thinking of spanking Allie, and I mean it.”

“We’ll expect you in 20 minutes.” Was all Tom said before hanging up. Well, I’d done my best.

I rode back with Allie. I tried to find something to say to comfort her but I was pretty sure she would be sitting uncomfortably before the day was out. However, I was going to try to change his mind.

All three men came out as we pulled up beside Sue. Allie went straight to Ryan and handed him his keys. He gave her a hug and said “I think we need to do some talking.”

“That’s exactly what we need to do.” I chimed in. “I’d like to have a word with you, please.” I breezed on into the house knowing everyone would follow. I figured an attack was the best way to proceed. “Shame on you.” I said shaking my finger at Ryan. “You were being totally unfair to Allie! You scared her into taking your car. I warned you about being too bossy! If she chooses to spend the night with a girlfriend she doesn’t have to clear it through you! And the very ideas of letting her friends know you spank her. Ryan that is unforgivable! I think you owe the girl an apology”

“Cassie, I think that…” Tom began. But I rushed on.

“Now don’t you defend him. You’re the cause of him being so bossy in the first place.”

Allie was standing beside Ryan looking decidedly guilty while Ryan was looking more and more confused. He turned to Allie, “What in the world did you tell them?” he wanted to know.

“Well… I just said… umm, well…” Allie seemed to have lost the ability to form complete sentences. Ryan took my hand and led me to the living room.

“Last night,” he began as we were seated “Allie didn’t ‘spend the night with a friend’ she went to one of those drunken frat parties. Drank enough to throw up all over the place and then left with some girls she barely knew just before the cops got there to break up the party. I’d been looking for her since early this morning when news of the party was being spread all over campus. I talked to some folk that were there. I finally found someone who knew who Allie left with and I went to pick her up.” He looked at Allie in confusion, “I never said one single word about spanking anyone. All I said was she was coming back to the condo because we needed to talk.”

Every eye turned to Allie. I could feel that the child wanted to sink through the floor. But as what Ryan said sunk in – and I knew without a doubt every word he spoke was the truth – my anger began rising rapidly.

“Allie Marie, you lied to me! How could you. Now you tell me exactly what happened.”

“I didn’t lie Cassie, honest I didn’t. I didn’t want you to be mad at me so I just didn’t tell everything exactly…” her voice trailed off.

“Didn’t lie?” I stormed. “Not telling me the complete truth is the same as…”

I stopped as I felt a sharp nudge in my back. Shifting to look I saw Sue, who was sitting behind me, poking me with her foot. Grinning at me she said “You don’t want to finish that sentence Cassie.”

“Whose side are you on?” I snapped.

“I’m on Allie’s.” She told us calmly “But I’m telling you to shut-up.”

I looked back to see Tom nodding. “I believe you told Ryan you hadn’t heard from Allie when he called you earlier today. Was that the truth?”

“That wasn’t what he asked me.” I stated coolly. “He asked if she had called this morning and she hadn’t. So there.”

“You hadn’t heard from her when I first talked to you?” Ryan wanted to know.

I didn’t answer and as the silence grew Sue piped up. “She didn’t call Cassie this morning. It was after twelve.” Laughing Sue added to me, “I told you to shut-up!”

“Now I’m beginning to see whose Allie teacher is.” Ryan told me. I didn’t know what else to say so I took Sue’s advice.

Ryan turned his attention to Allie. “I think you deserve to have your butt worn out. But if the idea of that turns you into a runaway and a car thief maybe it’s not what we should be doing.” Allie looked startled. “You need to decide.” He continued, “It’s okay if you decide against it. It’s not going to break us up or anything but, well, you have to decide. And whatever you decide you can’t run away again.”

Allie sat there for what seemed like a long time looking at her hands. When she spoke it was very quiet as she answered Ryan. “I think you should spank me.” She said slowly. “I’m really, really sorry for everything. I won’t ever run away like that again.”

“We can handle it some other way.” He told her, “Are you sure?”

Allie turned to look at me and Sue. “I’m sure.” she answered, “I want what they have.”

You won’t believe how that affected me. I felt myself begin to cry and most shocking I saw Sue was crying too. Sue doesn’t cry.

“Well okay then.” Ryan told her, “Let’s go.”

Ryan left his car at our house and he and Allie walked toward Sue and Steve’s guest house, Ryan’s home when he’s not in school. Sue and Steve left without a word; I noticed that they were holding hands.

I was touched by what Allie had said, I was angry with her for lying to me, I was worried about how hard Ryan might spank her, I was scared and worried about what she had done the night before… I was a basket case. Thankfully I have someone that knows how to handle basket cases. Tom sat and pulled me down to sit on his lap. He just wrapped his arms around me and let me cry into his shirt.

“She’s going to be fine.” He told me soothingly and rubbed my back. “He’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything like that again. And, no, he won’t be too hard on her.” He added as I started to speak. I sighed and sank back down in Tom lap.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am.” He said firmly. “Now, let’s talk about your actions today…”

There’s more to come.

Allie's side of the story

2011-02-20T02:00:00.001-05:00

Could it be possible that winter is finally coming to an end? We have had a beautiful few days and I want more! I was able to get out in my yard, we took a long bike ride and I really wanted to go out on the boat it need a bit of work so I have to wait. I have been so good (boring) I’m afraid Tom might be contemplating trading me in on someone more exciting. Even though he claims he enjoys the peace and quiet and the freedom from worrying that a swat team may swoop down on us at any moment. Really, I don’t think my normal behavior is that outrageous.

As always there have been a few incidences – really not worth mentioning, however we did have a bit of trouble last weekend. Not me, I’m innocent, I promise. This little bit of ruckus came from my sweet Allie.

Last Friday Sue and I were enjoying a late brunch while the boy’s golfed, when I received a phone call from Allie. She was very upset and crying into the phone. “Cassie, Ryan’s just mean and I’m not putting up with it any more. I’m headed to the mountains. I’m going to spend the weekend up there and he can just worry for all I care! I just wanted you to know so you wouldn’t worry and in case Mom and Dad call from Grandma’s.

“Wait Allie, hold on there,” I tried to calm her. “Exactly where are you now? Are you driving?”

“Yes! I’m not staying in the same town as Ryan!” She sobbed again.

“Girl you listen to me.” I tried to sound stern. “You get off at the next exit, go to a fast food place and call me right back. I don’t want you driving and talking and crying. I expect to hear from you in a few minutes.”

I turned to Sue’s troubled gaze. “Our young love birds are having a spat.” I explained.

“I don’t doubt it. Ryan’s turning into a Tom clone. No wonder he’s hard to live with.” Sue really isn’t all that down on Tom anymore but fussing about his overbearing ways has become a hobby to her. I just tend to ignore it.

Before I could answer her my phone rang again. Snatching it up I saw that it wasn’t Allie but Ryan who was calling. “Hmmmm… that’s my boy.” I told Sue. “I think I need to talk to Allie before I hear his side. I’m letting it go to voice mail.”

Ten minutes later Allie called back. Heading to the mountains from her school brought her very close to town and I told her to meet Sue and me at one of our favorite restaurants. I quickly called and made arrangements with the owner for the use of his private office for a place to talk. I told her Ryan had called but that I hadn’t spoken with him yet.

“Don’t tell him where I am.” she insisted, “He’s just being mean and unfair.” That wasn’t sitting too well with me. I had already warned the boy about that.

I asked Sue to drive. If nothing else I could always ask Allie to take me home before she headed anywhere else. On our way to the restaurant Ryan called again. I decided I better take the call. “Hey Sweetie,” I answered “How are you today?”

“Hey Cassie. Listen, have you heard from Allie this morning? She ran off and I can’t find her and she’s not answering her phone. I know she’s mad at but I have to find her. I’m really worried.”

“Why no, honey.” I told him, “She didn’t call me this morning. I’m not at home right now so I don’t know if she’s called the house or come by or anything. But if I hear from her I’ll tell her you’re looking for her. Now don’t you worry, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Okay, but if you hear from her please have her call me right away.” He pleaded. He sounded both worried and angry.

“All right honey, I will.” I promised and quickly got off the phone. I sent Tom a quick text, which I know he doesn’t like, to let him know I was having lunch with friends and I was turning my phone off until after one. I didn’t want to talk anymore to Ryan or possible Tom until I talked with Allie.

Sue cut her eyes at me “All these years living with Tom and you can still lie like a rug.”

“I did not lie about one thing!” I insisted. “I’m going to tell her Ryan’s looking for her and he wants her to call him. It will be up to her if she does.”

“What about ‘I haven’t heard from her today’ story. I mean I wouldn’t have told him either but you did lie.”

“I most certainly did not!” I repeated adamantly. “He asked if Allie had called me this morning. And I told him no. Now look” I told her, holding up my phone where she could see. “Look when Allie’s first call came in.”

Sue glanced over and chuckled. “12:04. I get it, she called you this afternoon, not this morning.”

“Precisely.” I answered.

“Damn, you’re good.” Sue acknowledged, “But that’s the kind of pickiness that will cause Tom to blister your butt you know.”

I laughed. “Yes I know it. Why do you think my phone’s off. Ryan will call Tom before long and then I’ll probably have to come clean.”

We arrived at the restaurant and Allie was there to meet us. We were ushered to the owner’s private office and Allie lost no time in sharing her anger. “I spent the night with some friends last night. So I didn’t tell Ryan – it was none of his business! But he found out where I was and stormed over there this morning and practically told everyone he was going to spank me when he got me home!”

Clearly Allie was still furious and I was pretty upset myself. This was exactly what I had warned Ryan about, not letting Allie have enough freedom as she experienced her first year at college. There was certainly nothing wrong with spending the night with a friend and the very idea that Ryan had let someone know that he occasionally spanked Allie was unforgivable! Within our very own tiny circle – Tom and me, Sue and Steve and sometimes Annie, it is discussed a bit. But to let her college friends know. How could he! I certainly had a thing or two to say to the boy!

Although I was quite angry with Ryan I wanted to get Allie home and calmed down. I didn’t want her running off to the mountains alone so I tried to be the voice of reason. “Honey I know you’re mad, and you have a right to be, but you need to talk to Ryan. Stand up for yourself and tell him you won’t be treated this way. Did he spank you this morning?”

“No. He was going to but I left.”

“Ryan just let you waltz right out without stopping you?” Sue wanted to know. “That’s hard to believe.”

“He went to take a shower to calm down, is what he said. He told me to wait but I left.” Allie’s eyes were big as she turned to me. “He’s gonna kill me.”

“No he is not! Not if I have anything to say about it.” I told her firmly. “You are coming home with me. Call Ryan and tell him to meet you there. I’ll tell him what’s what!”

“He won’t come.” Allie told me firmly.

“Allie honey, that’s not true. You know he’ll come. He may be mad but he loves you. He’s worried about you and I know he’ll come if you call him.”

“He can’t come!” Allie wailed, bursting into tears again. “When I left I took his car!”

More soon...

All Sue's fault! part 2

2011-01-19T02:00:00.004-05:00

You can read part one here. I had a full range of emotions during the rest of the trip back to where Tom and the others were waiting.

We were all silent as we pulled up to the hotel. The men all stood as soon as we walked in. None of them looked happy but Steve looked like he was ready to explode. Tom hugged me. Silently at first but then whispered in my ear. “You messed up girl.”

“I didn’t!” I said with emphasis. “Tell him!” I demanded looking at Sue, who was standing near the door saying nothing.

She gave me one angry stare and then with a snarl she said “I want to talk to you and you.” She jabbed a finger toward Steve and Tom. “No one else.”

“Oh no!” I nearly shouted. “I’m going to hear this explanation too. I deserve that.”

“I’m not saying a word unless I can speak with them alone!”

Let me tell you I just snapped! Not only had I been drinking quite freely since about lunch time, I was furious. I headed toward Sue. I’m not sure exactly what I’d have done but quite probably it wouldn’t have been pretty. “You damn well better start talking!” I yelled. Tom had actually stepped between us as I moved toward Sue. “I’ll knock your damn head off!”

I caught Tom off guard and nearly got around him. I was sooo mad! “Cassie Jane!” he barked. “That’s enough!” It was a standoff for a minute. I really did want to have a go at Sue but I retained enough common sense to know I did NOT want to tangle with Tom for the privilege.

It was Andy who finally stepped in and said “Cassie maybe you and Annie can explain to me what happened.” Tom continued to stand with a restraining arm on me until Annie took my hand to lead me to a chair. Before I sat I turned back to Sue and said “You better tell it exactly like it happened and I don’t mean maybe!” I sat in the chair staring toward the other side of the lobby where Sue led the fellows. Andy sat on the edge of a sofa near me looking as if he was afraid he was going to have to tackle me if I made a move to get up. Annie began telling him about our evening but I wasn’t paying much attention to her narrative. Sue had her back to me but I could tell she was talking because both men were hanging on her every word. She didn’t seem to talk very long, in my opinion, before Tom and Steve got up and stepped away for a private conversation. I was watching avidly as they talked, their conversation longer than whatever Sue had said, and then walked back over to Sue.

They talked just for a minute then Sue stood and Tom gave her a big hug. I know my mouth flew opened! Sue is not a hugger by nature. Those two hadn’t hugged a handful of times in the past 40 years. Then she turned and hugged Steve. It was a long embrace and even from across the lobby it seemed meaningful. The two of them headed toward the elevator and Tom came back to me.

I didn’t even know where to start. So I said nothing until we got in our room. I was still extremely angry. Certainly at Sue and I was ready to include Tom in that anger if he thought for one minute that he was going to spank me. I turned to him “Well…?”

“Sue admitted that the whole evening was her fault. That she took your phone and pretended that we had called telling you to go to the comedy club.”

“Why?” I couldn’t help jumping in. “Did she give you a reason? And why did she get a hug when you’d have worn me out like never before if I’d have pulled a stunt like that.”

“That’s what she wanted.” Tom said simply.

“What’s what she wanted?” I was still at a total loss.

“You know Steve had started using a little spanking in their marriage a while back. Evidently it had stopped. You know they have seemed ill and upset with each other all the time here lately where that wasn’t the case when he was maintaining some control. My guess is that she fought him over a spanking sometime and he quit trying – a big mistake.” Of course my Tom would think that was a mistake.

“Anyway, Sue has felt like Steve no longer cared. That he didn’t appreciate the closeness they had for a while. She has been going out of her way to make him mad lately. I guess to try to make him angry enough to spank her again. Do you know how much Sue envies you?” Tom asked me.

“That’s not true! She is forever telling me that she would never put up with being bossed around like you do me. That I shouldn’t put up with you spanking me. For heaven sakes a week doesn’t go by when she doesn’t suggest I leave you at least once!” But even as I was saying all this I knew Tom was telling the truth. Sue always has envied what Tom and I have regardless of what she says. Tom just smiled at me.

“So you mean tonight was just…” I began.

“Sue wasn’t having much luck getting Steve started back using discipline on her own. She said she knew if she got me mad enough when I was with Steve, I would push him into starting again.” Tom explained.

I was reeling “Of all the convoluted thinking. Why didn’t she just tell him? Or me! I would have gotten him told without putting myself in danger of…of ... (I didn’t what to say it out loud). Well, I can just imagine what you were planning for me when you got your hands on me tonight.” I was still mad. “I should have beat her ass myself!”

“Cassie Jane!” Tom said sharply. “I’ve heard all the language out of you I’m going to tolerate tonight. I know you were upset, but…” he trailed off for a minute then asked, “How much did you have to drink tonight?”

Tom knows that the only time I’m likely to use bad language in front of him is when I’ve over indulged. I figured it was time to close my mouth and go to bed. I looked right at Tom and told him, “Honey, I’m not tipsy. I’m just mad as the devil and I was scared you would think I had planned all this. I… can we just go to bed now?”

“I think that’s a good idea.” He agreed.

I was finally relaxing but as I undressed down to my panties Tom pulled me across he lap.

Huh-uh! No way was he going to spank me when I had done nothing wrong. I was fighting him – with no success, when Tom said “Be still.” I was NOT going to be still! But strangely Tom didn’t seem to mind the struggle. Calmly he tugged my panties down and began rubbing his hand all over my bottom.

There was no spanking but the rubbing was thorough. “What are you doing?” I demanded; continue to try to get away.

“I know Sue lied about everything else tonight, but I was just checking for tattoos.” I couldn’t help laughing. I got one hard pop (mostly because I don’t think Tom can have me over his knee without at least one) but shortly thereafter I was drifting off to sleep in Tom’s arms.

~~*~~

Everyone slept late the next morning. Even Tom slept until nearly 8:00, which is totally unheard of. I was up by 9:00 and just coming out of the shower when the phone rang. Tom answered, listened for a moment and said “Hold on.”

He held the phone out to me. “It’s Sue.”

“I have nothing to say to Sue!” I spoke loudly making sure she could overhear.

“Now Cassie…” Tom began soothingly.

“You can hang up the phone. I am not going to speak to her!” I announced adamantly.

Tom got back on the phone. I knew Sue had heard every word. “Sue, come on to our room in about a half hour. I’ll order coffee and some pastries and give you girls some privacy to talk.” He hung us quickly and turned to face an irate wife.

“She’ll have plenty of privacy.” I snapped at Tom, “Because I won’t be here either. You invited her, you stay and entertain her. I have nothing to say to her.”

“Cassie,” Tom began in a calm voice, “don’t be like that. Sue is your best friend and nothing is going to change that. I know you’re mad and you have a right to be but you two have to talk.”

“I’ll snatch her bald headed!”

“You’ll be a lady.” Tom said warningly. “Talk it out but you just remember to behave yourself. I’m not joking Cassie. Don’t let your temper get away with you or you’ll end up in trouble. You hear me now.”

I was still in the bedroom when Sue and the coffee arrived at the same time. Tom called “Cassie, Sue here.”

“Who cares?” I called from the other room.

Okay, that evidently didn’t meet with Tom’s idea of proper, lady-like behavior. “You don’t want to carry this too far girl.” Tom said quietly as he quickly joined me in the bedroom. “I can make sure you know my feelings if you need me to, and Sue can hear it all. Am I making myself clear?”

“I understand Tom, but I thought you were going to leave us alone. Just go and let us work it out. Don’t worry. I don’t have any weapons.”

I followed Tom back to the setting room where Sue was waiting. After giving me one more squinty eye stare he finally left. I didn’t even look at Sue. I got my coffee without offering her any and took a seat at the table with my back to her.

“All right dammit, I’m sorry!” Sue snarled in an angry voice.

“That’s an apology? You’re sorry, you’re SORRY? You’re damn right you’re sorry! Why on earth did you drag me into your mess? Or Annie either. You worried Tom to death and you could have caused him to wear me out.” I was on a roll. “You got a problem with your husband you two work it out! Don’t you ever throw me under the bus again!”

“I wasn’t trying to get you in trouble!” Sue shouted back at me. “I wouldn’t have let Tom do anything to you. I was always going to tell him before he really got mad at you.”

“Oh yeah, like you can stop Tom once he’s decided to spank me, you and what army? Whatever you thought you could handle, you were dousing me with gasoline and playing with fire!” I saw Sue fighting a smile at my exaggeration.

“I knew once I told him it was all my fault he wasn’t going to come after you. Seriously Cassie, I promise I was going to confess everything.”

“That may be true but later he started asking how much I had to drink. He could have come after me just for drinking too much and you know it.”

“You can’t blame that on me! I even told you Tom said you had a two drink limit.”

“But that was a lie, he never even said that!” I barked.

“But he would have said it if he had said you could go!” Sue insisted.

Finally she couldn’t take any more and burst out laughing. Oh my, when Sue really get to laughing it’s hard not to join in. I tried to hold the scowl as long as I could but eventually I gave in and begin laughing myself. Sue came over and hugged me. “Cassie, I really am sorry. That was a crappy thing to do but I just didn’t know what to do. I want what you have. I just didn’t know what to do to get it.”

That was quite an admission from Sue.

“Well did it work?” I asked her.

She turned away and got some coffee. She kept her back to me for a while. She finally answered quietly. “I don’t know. Maybe. We talked.”

“You talked? Tom often talks with his hands. What about Steve?”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

I had to laugh again. I had my answer. It was further confirmed as I watch Sue take a seat. LOL! I’m very familiar with the way she eased into the chair. Finally! I mean, I know Sue as well as anyone knows her and trust me no one needs her butt beat occasionally more than Sue does!

Sue and Steve really turned a corner on that trip. I don’t mean everything has been perfect but you can see the change in them. Steve and Tom have talked a lot. I think Tom was worried that Steve might go too far in the other direction. But things seem to be going smoothly in their relationship. I’m happy for them.

I’ve forgiven Sue of course. She is my best friend in the world after Tom. I have no doubt I will eventually be able to turn it to my advantage. Sue owes me big! Should Sue and I ever do something in the future that perhaps our husbands would object to (as unlikely as that might be) I think I can count on Sue to back me up with whatever cover story I come up with, because these days she's in the same boat I am!